Brutto/a
El tempo era brutto.
El mare e brutto. Continue reading
El tempo era brutto.
El mare e brutto. Continue reading
The wind is a horse:
hear how he runs
through the sea, through the sky. Continue reading
I overhear one elderly lady with a distinct NY, Manhattan accent, say to another: “look, they brought their yoga mat!”. Continue reading
I lie on a flat rock, a sacrificial stone. I am on top of Monte Fossa – the tallest volcano of the island. Continue reading
The train skirted the coast, and at times all that I could see from the window, was the Mediterranean, as flat and smooth as a mirror. Continue reading
My travel fatigue quickly melted away as I settled into those simple European pleasures in accommodation – an old caged elevator, tiled floors, high ceilings, an old bed, a window with a balcony overlooking the rustic, noisy street. Continue reading
During my travel saround Latin America, I frequently read the local newspapers, both to improve my Spanish, and to learn more about each country. One of the first headlines I read in Guatemala was ‘Aumentan los linchamientos en el pais.’ … Continue reading
You cannot visit Caracas, Venezuela and NOT be aware of the politics… and of the President, Hugo Chavez. Continue reading
A visit to Machu Pichu, the site of the last home of the Incas, cannot be underestimted. Given the landscape, the height of the mountains, the size of the building blocks, the workmanship, the proud history and the stunning beauty … Continue reading
The most sacred place for the Incas, the Island of the Sun sits on the Bolivian side of Lake Titicaca.