South America: Food

This week I’m just posting photos from the trip. I gained 11 pounds in three weeks — mostly from lack of exercise, drinking soda instead of questionable water, and enjoying way too much bread. Oh, the bakeries in South America, how my hips love thee....

Bolivia

I’m home! And the first thing I did when I got to Miami, other than run like mad for my next flight, was enjoy a large cup of soft serve yogurt (without worrying about the dairy source) and three fluff magazines (Us Weekly, Oprah, Real Simple. No more Us Weekly...

So the weird thing about Ecuador

Is that it is so similar to the United States, but everyone speaks Spanish. For being just one country north of Peru, Ecuador couldn’t be more different. To start, they use the American dollar as their currency. The people are racially diverse and there are tons...

When bravery runs out, count on faith

Traveling to La Paz and meeting Alma at our hostel sounded great in theory. Taking a taxi in the dark from the airport for 30 minutes into a gaint, dirty city of 3 million people to find a hotel the size of a postage stamp left me in the back seat of the tiny old car...

I feel like a WB Sitcom

I am just so happy, I can´t stop smiling. I love traveling. I love being in a foreign country. I love not wearing a lick of makeup and pulling my wet hair into a pony tail each morning without a second thought. I love giving nearly everything I´ve brought away to...

Bloqueos Stink

After two days in the highlands of southern Bolivia, we received a call over the radio — return to Tarija immediately. There were protests scheduled for the next day and the city would essentially be paralyzed. The taxi drivers and all social servants were going...

When in Rome

Forgive the excessive posting; I know I won¬¥t have Internet access for the next few days, so I am writing yet again while I have the time. One strange observation I wanted to share: all of the churches in Bolivia are currently tagged with graffiti reading, “Evo...

Um, I meant Coca Cola

Yesterday I entered a small curio shop in Entre Rios — a village in southern Bolivia. I was thirsty and wanted a break in the day. I asked a girl working behind the counter for a ¬¥¬¥coca¬¥¬¥ and in any other Hispanic country I¬¥ve visted, I would have received...