I have no records of the morning, although I have some photos:
I remember spending time during the afternoon on the cliff looking towards the glaciar. Feeling the centering that the open spaces can give.
I found myself thinking how this seemed the aftermath of a place where supersaiyans have ravaged the place. It is the immeasurable strength of old glaciars.
Some trekkers find my glasses that I left forgotten on a nearby rock.
Before that, Tomás and I had an expresso and an apple pie in a shop that claimed to be the highest bakery cafe in the world.
We have dinner with the group of spanish people and I have a cigar with O. and T.