s.p..a…c…..e……………… [part the first]

My birthday gathering has wound down a bit by now. The background noise from adjacent conversations is no longer shout-inducing. People have relaxed beautifully into each other despite (or perhaps because?) of the fact that they’re wearing ridiculous outfits and drinking hard apple cider on a cool Saturday September evening. I find myself standing in…

where the deer and the antelope play

I don’t know where home is, anymore. It used to be where I had always lived, in the middle, as I put it in my Common App essay, of cows and Christians and corn forever. Only the rare birds took flight from this verdant and comfortably monotonous landscape. I was that rare bird of my high…

{28.3.15} elemental disaster

[fire] They had cut off Route 68, the artery between Valparaíso and Santiago, and the poet arrived an hour and a half late to his poetry reading, the post-reading discussion already in full swing. Incendio, solidaridad, our hearts go out to the people, on the lips of the gathered. They let him read anyways, because how…

{25.1.15} On Travel and Time in Bolivia (Part 2/2)

classic tourist picture: on top of tall chunk of rock with beautiful mountain backdrop. Bonus: there’s some ruins in the background! Took advantage of my own room for the first time on the trip to wash all my clothes, because I’m not so cold hearted that I’ll make two+ people deal with 10 pairs of…

{25.1.15} On Travel and Time in Bolivia (part 1/2)

Before going, I thought of Bolivia in very vague terms. I had some images in my head of Lake Titicaca and shepherds spinning wool thread in the ‘80s from my mother’s travels. I knew they had just reelected their first president that, instead of being a member of the white oligarchy, is an indigenous man…

{14.1.15} The city mouse and the country mouse (part 1/?)

It was on the island of Chiloé, in the southern part of Chile, that I first started to notice the differences between the countryside and the city in Chile. I´ve spent most of my time in Chile thus far in Santiago (where 1/3 of the population lives) or Valparaíso, which, while not a big city,…

{3.8.14} How I flew 10 hours to come home

Just a minute ago Maria Alicia, my host mom, looked over at me and said “it feels like you’ve always been here”. I had been thinking the same, actually since 48 hours in. I almost can’t believe that I haven’t always sat on the couch like I am now wearing my traditional chilean rainbow pants…