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