While I was in South America, somehow all the memories I had of sitting on the classroom at P.S. 183 in 1987 came flooding back to me. That year, fifth grade, we learned the geography of the whole world, including the Andes Mountains in South America, where I knew as a ten year old, I would one day visit.
So a week ago, the plane I was flying in lowered down from the darkness, down to the sunset and I saw the Andes. I was looking out of window of the airplane and I thought “OMG, those are the Andes.”