In Traveling into the Patagonian Wind: My Solo Journey to Joy, I chronicle the six-month journey from Mexico to Chile and Argentina that changed my life. My trip took me away physically, then took me away in my spirit so that I could view my life from the grand perspective first. My travels taught me to lift my eyes up and off my circumstances. I realized our world is a fantasy and a mystery. I saw my own customs more clearly through the mirror of Chilean traditions. Mine suddenly became either ridiculous or more understandable. As I traveled, I encountered the wonder of exploring the vast Chilean landscapes, the wonder of walking into a rainbow, and the wonder of sharing maté with a stranger. Every time I conquered a mountain peak after a grueling hike, I grew more confident. When I managed to walk with a backpack without getting blown over by wild winds, I discovered new strength. When helpful people appeared to help me navigate perplexing bus and plane schedules, I encountered the compassion of community. When I had an allergic reaction, I discovered that I could survive. When I was confounded by language barriers, I redoubled my efforts to improve my Spanish. When I struggled with difficult people, I discovered how effective my voice was. When I felt periods of excruciating loneliness, I reached out to old friends. When I overcame fears real and imagined, I felt brave. I laughed a lot. I cried a little. I emerged full of joy. When I looked up from the waves of my life, looked away from my own country, I was able to look out and see the wonder. I understood I am a participant in a precious privilege granted to me from God. When I returned home, I imagined a bigger future.