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I wasn't exactly sure that I wanted to take a tour of the cooperative mines in Potosi, Bolivia. It's a working silver mine, meaning that going into the caves involves a voyeuristic view of a painstaking job. Tight, claustrophobia-inducing chambers, dirt and dust containing anything from silica to asbestos, wretched climbs. On one hand, it seemed interesting: a chance to see something in action that I would never see elsewhere. On another, kind of scary, dark, and dangerous. Not to mention the fact that you're going there to watch people work. Do their job. Their dangerous and difficult job. ...

I'd like to say that it was my impeccable travel skills that brought me to Sucre, Bolivia, just in time for their biggest festival of the year: Virgen de Guadalupe. But, who are we kidding? I had no idea it was going on until I checked into my hostel and the guy working there told me it was starting the next day. September's Fiesta de la Virgen de Guadalupe brought people from all over the region in to celebrate: the town was packed! The festival centered around a parade that featured community after community performing traditional dances in traditional outfits. There...

Crocodiles lined the shore, watching with goofy grins filled sharp teeth. They'd dive into the river, bury themselves in the water, so that their eyes could watch you pass from just above the surface. Barely noticeable. Birds. Birds taller than a grown man nested at the tops of trees, defying gravity. Rodents, bigger than dogs, strolled in the sand. Monkeys, smaller than a palm, played in the branches. Pink dolphins swam up next to the boat. Fish, with teeth so strong they could leave a bloody weld in your leg, swarmed in the water....

It didn't matter if my eyes were open or closed. Everything looked the same either way. I had to trust that my guide was still in front of me. That if I lifted my arm, it would graze his back. Of course, he was there. If he had moved I would have heard him. The crunching of dead leaves below his boots. The snapping of twigs. That was exactly why we'd turned our flashlights off and were standing, still, in the darkness of the Amazon jungle. Earlier, in the daylight, we'd seen capuchin monkeys swinging through the trees, wild pigs stampeding, a...

I have trouble concentrating on more than one thing at a time. It's not really in some ADHD way, but it's that I get so into something that it consumes me. I get my mind on something and I don't want to think about anything else, do anything else. It's all I can focus on. Sometimes it's work. Sometimes it's partying. Sometimes it's watching a series on Netflix in one sitting. It's hard to find a balance. To want to do more than one thing at a time. When I arrived to La Paz, Bolivia, I was struggling with that balance. I...

I hadn’t planned on going to Bolivia. Proof in point that I should never try to make plans. I had thought I’d fall in love with Cusco and want to stay while I got some work done. But, after a couple of weeks, I grew tired and ready to move on. You can’t plan for the places that will capture you. So, I decided to head towards Bolivia and spent my first couple of nights in Copacabana, taking a tour of Lake Titicaca from the Bolivian side. A day tour isn’t much time to see anything. But as I keep...