Day 1 in Santiago

This must be a dream.

I'm writing this post 29 hours after our first plane lifted off. Since then, we've moved 6500 miles from home to Santiago. (That's 476 half marathons, 15 months of half marathons every single day).

Our equilibriums are still settling after the flights.

How far we've come. 

How far we've come, indeed.

For the first time, we're in the southern hemisphere. (Better late than never)

For the first time we're having summer in January. 

We are just 130 km (83 miles) from the Pacific Ocean and still east of Miami. 

We are fumbling with our Spanish (I'm not totally sure how we ordered lunch) and more motivated than ever to keep at it.

All the paradigms we could hope would shift. They're already on their head 29 just hours in. 

And we're loving to take it all in as it happens.

One second at a time. 

This was the scene where I captured the notes of the first day in an email to myself. Beautiful summer evening.