It's 8am in Santiago de Chile airport. I just arrived here from Buenos Aires (EZE airport - who knew Easy E would one day have an airport named for him??! Awesome.) and I'm about 10 minutes away from boarding my next flight to Lima.
I'm surrounded by rescue workers and EMTs, all of whom are waiting to board the same flight as me and who are clearly headed to Pisco and Chincha, where this week's earthquake hit the hardest. But these people aren't from Chile. They are from Madrid. How cool is that? Traveling all this way to help people in need. Much respect.