A biting wind sweeps through the desert, kicking up clouds of sand that swarm around me. A single grain of earth may not hold much power, but, flung in unity, the course grains slash against my exposed skin, cutting with a
The languid ripples of Laguna Cejar tiptoe to shore and gently retreat, leaving in their wake wisps of salty foam that rest on the sand like piles of cotton candy, frothy and white. Caramel waters ebb into turquoise and then a deeper blue, colors
After a week of 3:30 a.m. wake ups and late nights during a whirlwind trip to South America I couldn’t summon the energy to rise again at this hour to do what most people do when they visit San Pedro
I was hired for my current job in Los Angeles at 1 p.m. on a Friday the day after I flew back to the states after finishing my 18-month contract in the rainforest of Costa Rica. At 9 p.m. that very
Baby I would climb the Andes solely to count the freckles on your body. Standing atop a narrow, concrete pylon, look out across the El Yeso Reservoir, Shakira’s lyrics blast through my mind, their invisible sound the only interruption to the
On a sunny morning in Santiago, Chile, I walk through the tranquil streets of Providencia. Autumn has just started in South America but it still feels like a summer morning. Soft sunlight pours through the dense green leaves on the