You were my first love on the trip through the Americas, but like any true love, you hurt me. Right from the beginning, your fierce Patagonian winds tested my commitment to the long road I had chosen. But I know you wanted to strengthen me.
It was on your land where I took my first pedal to the north and where I first tasted the spirit of adventure. It was you who told me that I was on the right track even the destination was out of sight. In the first days of fears and uncertainty when I did not dare to disclose my final destination, you whispered something into my ears that kept me going.
Whatever I discovered by being on the road to Alaska for four years, it started from you.
Whatever I have become in the end, you laid the foundation of it.
I was a bird in the cage when I landed in Ushuaia. You opened the cage and set me free.
For that, my dear Argentina, I will always love you!
Happy Independence Day!