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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...

Have you seen all of Chile?

I am often asked if I “know all of Chile” or have traveled most of it. Sort of yes and no. I mean, I’ve come in through the tippy top from Peru and been to Arica, which is far, far from home, and yet I’d never been up into the Aconcagua valley,...

On sleep, and being home after much movement

A funny thing happened to me this afternoon during one of two naps that I took. Yes, two. I was in transit for 28.5 hours, during which I slept not nearly enough, and last night I even managed to dream that the turbulence on the plane was an earthquake (remember, I...

Reading my former me, with photo from 1992

Nineeteen years ago yesterday I wrote the following in an unlined sketchbook during a six-month backpacking trip to Central America I took with a good college friend, who I am now friends with on facebook, but haven’t really spoken to in years. Nov. 14th,...

The Prettiest Road (Santiago to Mendoza + back)

There are people who like the transit part of traveling. The bus, the plane, the boat ride. They say getting there is half the fun. I do not understand these people. For me, hyper (or amped, as I like to say) to a fault, sitting still in an enclosed space for a long...