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sand pedro de atacama, chile.

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bigote. cuidad de oaxaca, oaxaca, mexico.

dreams of summer

Living (wandering?) in the Southern hemisphere is a funny thing for my brain to wrap itself around.  The last few weeks have been filled with crisp fall days but I can't shake my excitement for Northern hemisphere summer. The moments before I fall asleep at night are filled with imaginings of Pimms cups, BBQ pizza, late afternoon tea, brisk swims, and gorgeous sunsets caught from the end of the garden.

pimms no. 5

bbq pizzas

summer roses

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frida.  san cristobal de las casas, chiapas, mexico. 

reasons to love chile...

las once 
nectarines
manjar
olives
good wine

today you find me in: buenos aires

January has taken me from Austin, Texas to Buenos Aires, Argentina.  3 days into February I find myself sitting in a very posh cafe just outside of the Microcentro with a view of blooming palo borrachos with their gorgeous pink flowers scattered across the green of the neighboring park.   I'm in town visiting Courtney who is busily working on her expenses on the other side of the table.  Summer is in full swing here, walking along the streets one can hear the air conditioners humming in full swing, their condensation dripping on unwary pedestrians floors below.

settling in...

I’ve been meaning to write on this blog for months, but it seems in being settled I have less time for everything.  It appears to me, that regularity takes up more time than my inconsistent day to day wanderings ever did.  I suppose it is because I fill up much of my spare time boiling beans, grocery shopping and going to the gym.  All that sounds quite mundane and boring, but quite the contrary, to me the novelty of being in one place still hasn’t worn off. 

Antigua is an interesting place to live, at the very least I love living by volcanoes.  I stare at them on my way out in the morning, watching the inconsistent ashy rumblings of Fuego spill across the morning sky.  At night, as I am walking home, I choose a route which allows me to stare contentedly at the hazy silhouette of Agua. 

After 3 years of being self contained I feel funny trying to grow roots.  I constantly feel like I should be packing my bags and to move on—but I like the notion of being settled.  It has its pleasant aspects—cooking for oneself, having routines, meeting people or at least making slow attempts at doing so. 

All in all I still haven’t gotten my sea legs or land legs, and my job doesn't make it any easier.  Most of January I spent out of Guatemala and February didn’t fare much better. Maybe I’ll never really stop and grow moss or roots but for now I like the sensation of trying.