The Good, The Bad, And La Paz
My dear friends, family and best friend Lindsay who just had a baby. (Congratulations!) A lot has happened since we last spoke. I...


Death Road
There is a road in Bolivia. I know this for a fact. But, my silky little darlings, it isn't just any road. Oh no. This road is called...


Not So Solo
The brown sand of Huacachina brought many good memories, however one soon gets tired of a sea of desert. Moving on. Further south,...


Sand Dunes And Jim Morrison
Well once again Merry Christmas and Happy New year everyone! Quite certain I'll never fully recover from these past 3 weeks but I'll give...


Dear Santa Part 2
Mr. Kris Kringle: I don't think I was clear enough the first time around. Here is a better understanding of what I want for Christmas; ...


Dear Santa
Dear Santa: Well hello Mr. Claus. I do hope this finds you well, all nice and nestled under your Christmas tree, playing with your...


My Favorite Things
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings... ...


Salto Angel
Anyways. As I was saying, before my body so rudely interrupted. Venezuela means, "little venice" because a spanish guy named Alonso...


The Postman
We had met for but a moment once, in Medellin. Contact was kept, however sporadic for quite some time, and pretty soon we found ...


Happiness Is A Warm Beach
I left the funny guys in Merida, quite reluctantly. They had their own plans, and so did I. Sorry, you smashing young fellows. Moving on....

