When you pay attention and look beneath the surface, Buenos Aires isn’t just tango, carne, wine and political discussions.
We didn’t go to a tango show, we didn’t exchange US dollars on the black market on Avenida Florida”, we didn’t buy leather goods, we didn’t hang out in La Boca and we didn’t eat in a parilla.
“Everybody is so rushed compared to Santiago! It’s like… it’s like I don’t speak fast enough, don’t have my money ready fast enough, don’t get it fast enough!”
I’m now in the land of facturas, European-inspired baked sweets.
It should make more sense tomorrow, after I sleep.
Also, fuck Air Canada.
Chileans are just decent people. I know, I haven’t been there long and I’m an outsider—maybe I’m just naïve. But I spent time observing people.
We had promised Mark a Teleférico de Santiago ride, the cable cart that goes all the way to the top of Cerro San Cristóbal.
Santiago is the perfect place to relax. We know our way around, the weather is reliably hot and dry, cost of living isn’t too high.
I can clearly see the cloud of marijuana smoke floating over the city, and I think I smell like alcohol even though I don’t drink.
The world has always been full of get rich quick schemes – failsafe strategies by…
For our first big walk in Valparaíso, we went downhill. We’re not masochist. Well, I am, but Feng isn’t.
You’d assume the dry desert air offers incomparable laundry-drying properties. Well, I tested it for you—it doesn’t.
Despite its size, Antofagasta had a small-town feel, much like Paraná in Argentina or Pelotas in Brazil.
There were cultural clues I couldn’t ignore—we were in a mining city.
Sidewalks were paved, I wasn’t walking in the sand. I found water. There was no procession of miners marching in full gear covered with freshly mined copper.
We’re taking a little detour in the Atacama Desert, the world’s driest desert.
At the corner of Mosqueto and Monjitas, in barrio Santa Lucia, there is a small business with no name.
I wanted Mark to realize that 1) pandas don’t master kung fu 2) penguins can’t tap dance 3) turtles aren’t particularly wise.
A city on New Year’s Day is a treat for those who like to explore various neighbours and just wander around.
At 10:30 p.m., we joined the crowd on Avenida Libertador General Bernardo O’Higgins armed with three cans of spray and a can of Coke.
Yes, Santiago. Yes, again. Yes, I’m a bit obsessed with Latin America.
Flying should feel efficient and indulgent. Flying should feel efficient and indulgent.
Except it’s neither.Except it’s neither.
This is when, at the ripe old age of almost 19, that I realized that life is like the blank page of a book waiting to be written.
Every time I pack for a trip, I hear my mom’s voice in my head. And she isn’t saying “be safe,” or other stuff moms could remind their stubborn daughter.