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The time I didn’t go to Argentina

I have not gone to Argentina on many occasions. But this time is different. July and August are rough months in Santiago. Bleak, rainy, smoggy, cold. The kind of cold that has you hugging your hot water bottle as you walk around the house. That kind of cold. Some...

Recipe for a Coastal Weekend Relajo, El Quisco Norte

One of the things that I find so hard to capture about what I love about Chile is this. Also, forgive me, but I have been in recipe development land, and old habits die hard. You’re lucky I didn’t take all the photos with a shallow depth of field, heavy...

When you are in nature, or in San Francisco

Cuando estás en la naturaleza, un bicho puede picarte, un león puede comerte, y hacerte desaparecer When you’re out in nature, a bug could bite you, a lion could eat you and make you disappear. These are the lines of a song that was going through my head...

Nice is relative, a lesson from Paraguay

One of the things I like about traveling, is that it unfolds my origami perceptions of how the world works, and reveals nooks I didn’t know where there, later refolding my mind into a totally new formation, another preconception of how the world works, which is...