Two weeks ago yesterday I flew back from Chile, where I had spent ten days in Santiago and then mostly in Patagonia. I fly Business Class and met a Chilean man next to me who was traveling for work to Chicago and then Detroit for about six weeks. I have thought about him a lot in the last couple of days. When we landed in New York, he was taking a taxi to another terminal to get a flight to Chicago.
Since that time there have been so many restrictions placed upon us here, I wonder if he was able to get home, or if he is quarantined in some unfamiliar city in a hotel room? This guy was very pleasant and while we didn't converse a great deal, I can't but worry about him. Life is so strange, bizarre and unpredictable. I will never know if he got home but I hope he did. So today I said a prayer for him.
This picture was taken at the National Park in Torres del Paine, as we just took a few minutes to reflect and to be.