Until The End of The World
Ushuaia always seemed to me a distant, unreachable place. Since I was a child, I would look at the map of South America and wonder what it would be like to be there, at the edge of human civilization.
Back in the distant year of 2012, my friend Franco Pellegrini suggested that we organize a Plone sprint in Ushuaia on December 21, 2012: The End of the World (Maya) Sprint. It didn't work out, but the idea was planted. Ushuaia no longer seemed so unreachable.
Over a decade later, my son Oliver suggested we visit the end of the world, and with that, he provided the perfect "excuse" for me to check off another item on my bucket list.
The journey was filled with lessons
Just as the title of this post doesn't refer to the (great) film by Wim Wenders, I discovered that Jules Verne's book doesn't take place at the "The End of the World Lighthouse" -- built decades after the book's publication -- and that the city of Ushuaia is no longer the southernmost city on the planet -- a title now held by Puerto Williams in Chile.
And seeing the landscape through the eyes of an 11-year-old makes everything even more special.
The vastness of snow-covered mountains, glacial valleys, and the local fauna is more reminiscent of a science fiction film than the daily life of a tropical metropolis like São Paulo.
Ushuaia delivered more than we expected
Of course, there are the penguins!