Robert Schwartz was my mother’s father. We called him Poppa. A week and a half ago, I landed […]
Mis amores, Fidel was about as ordinary of a guy as you’d expect to find in any tourism […]
The Wolves, Part II My friend the dog and I face The Wolves. We are halfway up the […]
Mis amigos, I recently set out with fourteen other internationals on the Inca Trail: a four day hiking […]
The Wolves, Part I When the great ball of light comes back in the sky, my friend the […]
Mis amigos, Puno is a city in the southwest of Peru near the border with Bolivia, and best […]
Name? Never had one. Most of us don’t around here. Only Houses get to have names, and Alphas, […]
Mis amigos, Cristo Blanco is a Jesus statue that stands above the city of Cusco. With its arms […]
For a country as large as Colorado, Ecuador is a remarkably bountiful land, with a size that concentrates […]
“You gunna eat that?” Jess sits at the kitchen table, staring at the plate of pancakes heaped before […]
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