There is one place on Earth where sunsets are pinker and stars are brighter. It is a village in the middle of the Chilean desert that lies a few hours between Bolivia and Peru. Its dusty streets twist between small and simple houses made of adobe. It is dry, extremely dry. Continue Reading
Of them, I had a vague memory from ten years ago. It was the summer of 2007, and I had moved to London for a couple of months, hoping to find some temporary job before starting my Erasmus in Barcelona. During my fruitless searches in the touristy streets of the Continue Reading
The cricket sang last night. They say it’s a sign of departure, and here I am, getting ready to leave. Ready to wear my backpack again, and to leave the region of Cajamarca after five weeks. It’s been one month since I landed in Peruvian soil. Five weeks of pure Continue Reading
The colectivo from Cajamarca to Chachapoyas plays a movie starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, “The Bucket List”. Sitting next to me, Chris asks what I have in my bucket list. I couldn’t think of anything, and I suddenly realized that I AM doing what I had in my bucket list. Continue Reading
