One thing you learn quickly in the Andes mountains is that while it can be 80 degrees and hot at sea level, it gets pretty gusty and cold as you gain altitude.

Even though I was freezing when they snapped this picture (I have issues with coats, but that's another post for another day), I was so excited to set foot on the nearby Chilean border that I left my jacket warming my bus seat.

This picture documents one of a few surreal moments Laura and I had during our time in Argentina.

You know what I'm talking about. When all of the sudden it hits you that it's the middle of the afternoon on a weekday in February and instead of being a slave to e-mail and deadlines, you're in the top of the Andes mountains and feel like you're flying through the blasts of wind. And you realize you're on another continent, in another hemisphere, in another world. And you feel very alive.

This, my friends, is one of those credit-card moments. I don't care what anyone (including myself) says about how inconvenient and expensive travel is. Moments like this are priceless.

Have you ever had a surreal moment in the outdoors or while traveling?