Argentina, here we come!

Trevor and I have arrived in Futalefu, the last town before we return to Argentina, a mere 10km from the border. From Coyhaique the road´s been good, tough, rough, and both Trev and I had days during which sickness plagued. Mine was a little worse and involved some very orange vomit, but there wasn´t anything truly disturbing about it. The only really disturbing things are large and some colorful signs that we see occasionally on buildings. These signs picture a somewhat cute looking mouse with huge words of warning about some hantavirus somethingerother. I have accidently left bags of crackers exposed, and twice they were nibbled on. I didn´t smell any hantavirus (though I wasn´t on the lookout), so we ate them. I certainly don´t mean to alarm anyone, and I am not the least bit concerned about having contracted the virus, but perhaps I should be?
Anyway, This day, Trevor and I got to participate in celebrating the 79th anniversary of the founding of Futalefu, and there was a municipal BBQ with music and folkloric dancing and a military parade and a marching band. The town is small, but they celebrated well.
Tomorrow we hope to raft on the famous Rio Futalefu, but payment is an issue as we can´t cover it in cash, and we can´t use the only bank that´s in this town. We shall see. Anyone feeling prompted to offer up prayers for rafting, please do so.
Updates should come a little more frequently on the Argentine side of things, but you never know when you´re going to roll into a town during an internet outage day :).

With love, missings, achings, and longings for home, and joy about where we are and what we´re doing,
Will and Trev (or as one friend put it Guille and Clover)