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Painting badly (sort of) on purpose

Many years ago, I was visiting my family in San Francisco, and my nephew, then small enough to...

Fever Dreams, Painting Badly

Laying in bed in a feverish haze, thank you science, my overreactive immune system (and a 3rd...

6+ months post breakthrough COVID, and an idling motor

And on Day 111, she could smell. No, really smell. Smell that the honey-scented soap that she...

Quantifying the unquantifiable, Getting Better after Breakthrough Covid Infection

Of all the household tasks, perhaps the most vexing is the putting on of the duvet cover. For...

Breakthrough Covid Infection/Infección Irruptiva por Covid, post double vaccination with Sinovac

One of the many tasty things I ate that I could not taste. I could feel the lime though. Read on...

To Guanaqueros we did go

While I was busy not hating La Serena, the idea for a short daytrip developed. Actually we had wanted to go to the elusive and hard to get to Fray Jorge park, to wander on white sands and probably get sunburnt and thirsty. But since it was a long weekend, there were...

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Tales from the Chilean road, La Serena

The first time I visited La Serena, a midsize city on the coast in the Norte Chico of Chile, about six hours by bus from Santiago, I was wholly unimpressed. First of all, it was winter, and therefore very quiet. The main plaza was also wrapped in construction fences,...

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SWF seeking friends in Santiago

SWF, English/Spanish bilingual seeking friends for laughter, serious talks, impromptu trips to the coast, the central valley and silly-item shopping (getting lost optional), academic pursuits, patience, rollerblading, bicycling and long walks a plus. I particularly...

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In search of the pretty in Pomaire

Pomaire is a town nearby Santiago, that most long-term Santiaguinos have either been to willingly, or dragged to by some tchotchke-loving aunt, or in-search-of-a-giant-empanada nephew. Even I've been several times already. It's a town that makes its living by selling...

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Everyone’s a cartographer

Before I start this post, you should know that not only am I a terrible navigator (rendering me nearly useless as a copilot, though I will keep you supplied with snacks), I am also not a particularly good artist. There's a funny aside here about how when someone talks...

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Lost in space, Neoyorquina no more?

My family has experienced what I consider the great eastward migration, since the beginning of its existence in the United States. On my father's side, I know they arrived before 1911, as my grandfather, who was born in that year, was born in this country (though he...

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