A Quick Dash to the Border with my Expiring Visa
“There’s a word for people like you in Argentina,” Damian told me. “Colgada.” Colgada means someone who has something important Continue Reading
Month: January 2018
Thirty Solitary Miles, the Expansive Argentine Desert, and a Bicycle
One week ago I collapsed in my bed at the hostel in Cafayate, exhausted and in some sort of dreamlike Continue Reading
The Inequality of Death (Staying Close with Traveling)
My grandfather died a year ago today. In many ways, I think his death was the most difficult for me Continue Reading