While in Bariloche, we decided to take the funicular to the top of a small mountain and look around because we just couldn’t get enough of the amazing scenery. For some reason, I was so excited to sing “Funiculi, Funicula” that I forgot about the fact that I’m TERRIFIED OF HEIGHTS. I can climb mountains and ride in airplanes; I just get very nervous when there is nothing but a pane of glass between my body and the rocky cliffs below.

The nerves set in halfway up the mountain and I started to feel quite ill. I didn’t want to admit it to Matt so I kept my nausea to myself until we reached the summit. I have never been so happy to get out of a little red cube and into the fresh mountain air as I was that day. I walked around the mountaintop enjoying the scenery but staying very far away from the edge and took this shot of a grisly plant that very accurately mirrored what my stomach was feeling at that very moment.

I basically kept my eyes closed the entire ride down.

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