In the cradle of Patagonia
I looked at that plateau. I could not believe that there had been born in Patagonia. Sure ... I owe an explanation to the reader. Patagonia was born there but the myth of Patagonia as a wild and mysterious. I was in Puerto San Julian in the search, as always, of stories, anecdotes and wild. There, against the infinite blue of the Atlantic, are given both: history and nature.