Stacie, left, and Diane, right, working as a chef and manager, respectively, at Palmer Station, for 5 months. The weekend plan: a break in the Jacuzzi, in the shadow of the icebergs. 
Price pay for my trip to Antarctica was a broken ankle. Courtesy the Drake Passage during the journey back, in the ship. A particularly aggressive wave, those of 10 meters was good enough to push forward violently, right in the moment that only had a foothold in all my four limbs: he raised a foot to go through the doorway- hatch that led to the kitchen on board, and both hands were occupied with the camcorder. Maybe it was a punishment of Olympus for my vanity, and that day I was bragging up my immunity to the sickness which afflicted more than half of the passengers. But while the ankle heals, the mind was full of experiences in Palmer, both ecological, scientific and adventure, and human. This tiny community is Palmer Station, back on your tongue of rock and ice, is an example of tolerance and cohabitation friendly and respectful. A society that is self, take care and heal herself, as an organism composed of individual parts that work as a whole.
If the rest of our societies were like this remote research station at 64 degrees south latitude, an example of respect, the world would be quite another. Palmer Bravo!
