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Walk like a Neoyorquina

Walking around Manhattan, as I have been for the last couple of days, has been incredible. First of all, it’s kind of my home and not my home. It’s been a constant in my life for as long as I can remember, as a child hunting down (then) elusive recipe...

Cuchillo de palo

At the risk of making that Meatloaf song run through your head, I will report that it was long ago and far away when I was cycling through Quebrada Macul in Peñalolén, Santiago (please don’t try this alone) with a bike mechanic friend when I heard a...

And now, one for the Spanish speakers!

Santiago has more than its fair share of stray dogs. There are stray dogs who have houses (on the street), who are fed kibble, or cut up hotdogs and other leftovers by passersby, neighbors and even the police. Cute ones with short legs, and lopey ones who limp around...

The photographic junta

This is certainly related to the chip-changing post of the other day, which stirred more emotion than I was expecting. Everyone’s saying, yes! the chip! the chip! And I’m thinking, barbecue-flavored? Because I’ve already gone onto another topic....