My time in Buenos Aires flew by. Before I knew it, I was jumping on a 20-hour bus to get me to Santiago, on the other side of the Andes, where my flight to New York was leaving from. During the bus ride, we crossed the border into Chile early in the morning, while driving over a pass through the mountains. It was a really beautiful (and cold) border crossing. This photo doesn’t come anywhere close to showing how pretty the area was, but I couldn’t stroll too far away from the immigration office to get a better shot.

My time in Buenos Aires flew by. Before I knew it, I was jumping on a 20-hour bus to get me to Santiago, on the other side of the Andes, where my flight to New York was leaving from.

During the bus ride, we crossed the border into Chile early in the morning, while driving over a pass through the mountains. It was a really beautiful (and cold) border crossing. This photo doesn’t come anywhere close to showing how pretty the area was, but I couldn’t stroll too far away from the immigration office to get a better shot.