Let's take hiking, for example. It is something I hated during my childhood (always the smallest and the weakest person in the group). When I moved to Bavaria, I believed I would immidiately become a great hiker. But during the 3 years I only went hiking once (max 2 times, but I don't remember the other one). But here, in the Andes, especially when working in the mountains, you just feel like you must go hiking. So I did.
If you are 1,60m tall and not very much acquintated with mountains, you might want to consider going there with two other interns, 30-42 cm taller than you AND hiking lovers, very thoughtfully. I mean, it might (just MIGHT) turn out to be a kind of exhausting experience. First I felt like a real fellowship of the ring kind of thing (of course, I was a hobbit) and the views even strenghtened that feeling (you could really see everything there. From the walls of Mordor, to the steps of Rohan. The only thing missing was the green Hobbiton, as the mountains are so high, they go far over the tree line). After the first few kilometers though, the trip lost the magical charm, as I realised that the guys had to wait for me all the time. Even though I tried so hard to go faster, I couldn't. All I could dream of was to be going back down. But in the end, it was worth the effort- the views were terrific! That first hiking weekend was two weeks ago and this Sunday we went hiking again- this time I was almost able to keep up with them! (ok. Not really. But at least I didn't say I wanted to go back every 5 minutes like before).
Generally, cause I really really want to go to sleep now: I'm fine. Everything is well. And, most importantly: I left my bed-comfort zone far behind.
