I like to climb towers. I like the way the narrow stairs spiral up inside the cool stone windowless walls, the way the well-worn foot treads lead you onward, higher and higher until you emerge onto the last level and suddenly see the vista for the first time, a new perspective on the city you …
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- Traveling back through time - Traveling has changed an unbelievable amount since when my parents traveled about 20 years ago. ...
Highway to Home -
I sit silently, caccooned in a symphony of thought, as we speed northward along the Pan American highway, away from...
Border Crossing in Central America -
Our "end game" as I have been calling it, has been kind of a moving target, tough to pin down....
San Pedro De Atacama: A land of wonder and extremes -
As I look out over the desolate dry landscape of the Atacama with it's valleys, canyons, huge sand dunes, and...- Shop 'till you drop!... Or run out of soles - Cusco Peru reminds me a little bit of Venice. The streets are narrow, and are everywhere going every which way,...