I’ve said it before: Traveling alone is not for everyone. And it’s not just the chores, planning, and decisions that fall on you. It’s also because you are stuck with yourself. And only yourself. You really have to like yourself.
Oh, America. Somehow I feel compelled to write about the coastal redwoods and WinCo in the same post. Why do these two things even coexist?
The weather dictates everything right now. It is too hot to stay here in the Sacramento Valley the rest of the summer. But it is too cold and rainy to head to the other hemisphere yet….
Now the comparisons to my 1990 experience: Still smoggy. Still friendly people. Climate and natural disasters (earthquake, drought) still very much like California. Chile’s geography is quite like California….
I have arrived at my final stop of the trip: Santiago de Chile. The only place that I have been before….
What a difference weather makes when traveling. And in life! Upon my return to BA after Iguazu, the heat had broken and the city had a lovely breeze…
I have been anticipating this leg of the trip since I very first thought about going to Argentina: The Iguazú Falls….
I have really tried to make the most of my time in Buenos Aires, this so-called “Paris of South America.” If one likes a big city, I’m sure this would be more enjoyable…
I’m writing this Monday, sitting in a Starbucks, in a shopping center in Montevideo. I needed this indulgence of comfort and familiarity as I wait out a rainstorm…
I knew ahead of time about this “sh” thing in Argentinian and Uruguayan Spanish, but now that I’m trying to pronounce it in my own Spanish, it is so weird!