
On a small LAN Chile flight from Santiago to Arica, for someone slightly nervous about flying, really the only two things on one's mind are: Where would be the worst place in this incredibly dry desert to crash an airplane? And: Would it be worse to crash or to bear the incredible panic attack I will most likely have when the turbulence begins? As I boarded the plane that hot October day during my junior year in college, these were the things on my mind.
My fellow study-abroad classmates excitedly practiced their Spanish with one another, much to the
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