The End of the World in a Hyundai Accent

We saw the universe connected from the inside out. From the heart of a capital to the edge of a continent.  From within the stone and steel and smog, piercing the sun, slashing across dusty hills. Dust turns to dirt, cactus to trees, hills flatten and lay calm.  Maps pass between hands, wind pulls at  corners,…

The Original 9/11, Chile’s Military Coup

She was eleven, and she didn’t understand why everyone was frightened. She was eleven, and could not feel her country boiling beneath the surface.  She did not understand the old men arguing on the television, or the strikes of the businessmen.  She couldn’t see the increasing costs of food and fuel, but she could feel…

Tomorow I stop.. but tomorrow

mañana me chanto, pero mañana In my recent post, Gringos can’t dance salsa, I wrote about my inability to dance and referred to some superficial, cheesy, but incredibly catchy tunes that were popular in Chile during my year abroad.  I am writing this post to speak about some real Spanish music.  Specifically, about an awesome band and…

Viña y Valpo

From out of the breakwater, erupted colour in all directions.  In the midst of the harbour, brightly hued boxes separated and surrounded the cold grey, they outlined the men and machines working among them, and contrasted the squawking sea birds  that circled high above.  Carried by the foam and salt of the seabreeze, colour moved…

Island in the Sea

The earth began to shudder.  The groaning of wood ripped through the cold dampness of the air.  The stilts that elevated the houses above the water began to vibrate and the reverberation spread across the brightly painted houses like waves.  Disturbed by the shifting tectonic plates, the sea water crashed against the wood and stone of…

The Driest Place in the World

Ancient titans awoke high above.  Blazing spheres pulsating and spinning a millennium away, their burning might reduced to specks of light that began to shine through the receding daylight.  A soft pink glow began to devour the valley, replacing the brilliance of the sun that beat upon the dust mercilessly, the sun that shone so bright it…

Mi hogar, Santiago

sonder  n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed,…