That was a bit vague, eh?
Strangely enough, for me Patagonia is more representative of security, safety and home. A place where I could have gone another way. Being there meant that I had survived, I was on my way back home and a crazy trip was almost over. The end of a trip to Mexico with a woman I had been seeing only a few weeks and her two young children. Throughout the week we were there we broke up and made up 3 or 4 times. (I broke up with her in my mind at least 15 more times as well. “What the hell am I doing here? This is crazy!” that sort of thing).
Well, We journeyed down there in a car which required unleaded gas, all the while fueling up with regular. We ruined the carburetor as it turned out. I broke up with her another few times when we got back home to Albuquerque, but we made up, she moved in and we were together for about 3 years.
Forget Albuquerque, I took a wrong turn at Patagonia.
It's one thing to be outside your comfort zone and another thing to just be stupid and oblivious. It's a fine line, ya know? Patagonia reminds me of that.