Patagonia at the Pioneer Press →
In case you would like a flashback to the epic times spent in Patagonia, here is the Sunday feature in the Pioneeer Press.
Quickly, because I leave for the airport shortly: Lots has happened since horseback riding. I went to Cafayate, took lots of pictures of what might the most beautiful natural place in Argentina, drank lots of Torrontes. Went back to Mendoza and went skydiving—oh yes. Skydiving. Came back to Santiago, for one last night with my Santiago family and a feast of margaritas and some food, too....
Change of format. Got bored. Everything should still be here, though.
on a random note
It is a universal truth that men who speak with a British or Irish accent gain like a thousand attractive points, regardless of the country. (Except, I guess, maybe in England or Ireland.)
Salta por siempre
So, here’s a vague summary of the time since Buenos Aires: -Left BA for Cordoba and the sensational promise of skydiving -A 14-hour bus ride later, we arrived to drizzling rain in Cordoba and found that skydiving was not possible due to the weather—and nor were any of the replacement activities we had planned, like horseback riding and cave trekking -We saw “This Is...
My travel partner Meredith has a blog, and it's... →
Meredith Westin is a dear friend from my dear city, Minneapolis. She takes great pictures, you know, being a professional photographer and all. She has just joined me for the last leg of my trip in Argentina.
Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the...– Anne Sexton, “The Truth The Dead Know” I had this poem memorized when I was in high school and found myself submerged into Anne Sexton and her dark world. Cemeteries usually make me think of these lines…
eye candy for decorators →
Calma Chicha is a Buenos Aires boutique style home goods store, specializing in throw rugs and pills made out of cow hide. To my righteous vegan sister, I apologize: I bought one of those tremblingly gorgeous checkered cow hide rugs for the living room. I’m sorry, but it was absolutely necessary. Palermo Viejo, Buenos Aires.