My favorite way to decompress at the end of a long day is by preparing a delicious and healthy dinner. This process is made soothing and enjoyable due to many modern kitchen tools, but none so much as my knife. Continue reading
My hair is thick and wavy, my eyes are brown and steady. My skin is not very dark nor very light, and I´m definitely not too tall. My tongue rolls r´s and sails past d´s, and has no trouble cooing u´s. If I keep my sentences short and uncomplicated, most days I can “pass.” Continue reading
Welcome to Santiago, dear readers. I’ve been quiet for a bit, and I wish I hadn’t been because life happens fast. Discoveries every step of the way keep me playing along and optimistic that soon, normalcy will creep in. Tuesday, May 31st marks five months of living in Chile.
Travel is a roller-coaster. If you’re doing it right, you spend more time at the top than at the bottom, but every ride has its share of ups and downs. Back home, we talk about what a great time we had: “this restaurant was delicious,” “that hostel was great,” “the experience was not to be missed.” Continue reading
With the sun recently risen, two sleepy backpackers walk down the clean sidewalks where the air smells of sugar, butter, and flour. The city of Mendoza has charms in spades, but “little” it is not. Continue reading
As good farmer-worshiping transplant Oregonians, the Llama and I understood our adopted state’s message loud and clear: go to your local Farmers Market. Expect to spend more than you expect to spend, and feel great about it. Continue reading
Perhaps the souls of my other ancestors are floating around somewhere, disappointed that once again I’m going to write about Yaya. I’ve been writing about Yaya since I knew how to write, and while it’s thanks to all of those who came before me that I was born in a wonderful country to wonderful parents, she gets 95% of the credit. For having lived so long and loved so well, she lives large in my memory. Continue reading