House of Reciprocity

Stepping out into the sun, I cling to my scarf as a cold breeze sweeps dust into the air. Teeth chattering, goosebumps forming, I make my way up the cobblestone path and keep an eye out for the señora with the small tea stand. In the plaza, the church doors are open and people have…

Confessions and Perú Part 2

The reason I haven’t been updating this blog as frequently as I said I would, as often as I would like to, is because I know what will happen after I post the last post: my trip to Chile will be over. I know I know, it’s been over for three months now, but in…