My Ecuadorian Grandpa is trying to kill me.
I woke up this morning a little tired, kinda half-assed my way through our second attempt at yoga, then fueled up on the largest of the three breakfast options available, with a decent… Continue reading
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Quito: dancing angels, walking in the clouds, and the comatose.
Sorry for the delay in posting, but today is the first time the guards have let me use the computer. Ecuadorian prison is worse than I expected, and I can’t help but wonder… Continue reading
Walking, eating, and not getting shot in Bogota.
I said that last blog was making me hungry and I wasn’t kidding. I posted it, joined K who was waiting somewhat patiently in the hallway for me, and we went looking for… Continue reading
My Colombian Television Debut
Went for a walk today. Made my ankle blister bleed again, and got on Colombian television. We found a flyer in town for a desert garden that advertised a labyrinth, medicine wheel, and… Continue reading
Dancing with Jesus.
One of my favorite effects of traveling is the tendency to feel (at least functionally) comfortable in nearly any situation. This is easier some times than others. Eating with your right hand in… Continue reading
