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…

Crossing a continent in a pair of Vans

I am taking a break from my regular posts chronicling past adventures through South America to talk about shoes. More specifically one pair of shoes, a pair of shoes that marched up the steps of Machu Picchu, trekked across the driest desert in the world, pounded the streets of countless cities soaked in sunshine and…

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…

Across the Andes

When one travels, one leaves pieces of themselves behind.  Every step, every breath, every conversation, every heartbeat.  The wind and sun flake pieces of ones self like grains of sand, and like grains of sand these pieces fall to the ground and fuse with the very land they walk upon, making it one’s own.  Not…