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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...

Samaipata is a little oasis in Bolivia. The town is about three hours outside of Santa Cruz and you can take a shared trufi ride to get there). It will take longer if, say, there's a "road block" protest happening and there are cars and trucks and buses and piled up rocks and cut-down trees all over the road. Then you might have to take a taxi to the start of the protest, walk 2 kilometers through said cut-down trees, piled up rocks, and vehicles, then catch a share trufi from there. Just sayin...

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...

It was a two-day, one-night trip to the floating islands of Uros and the islands of Amantani and Taquile on Lake Titicaca in Peru. First, we visited Uros, the floating islands of Lake Titicaca. Uros is a strange little area of home-made islands built on compounds of mud and sticks. Those "sticks" were actually totora reeds interwoven to form the ground. The surface is constantly rebuilt from the top up (the bottom, the part exposed to the lake, rots just as constantly). The flooring is buoyant and so, with every step, you feel a slight spring, a slight give, as if...

There isn't much to do in Puno, Peru other than await your trip to Lake Titicaca and Taquile Island and run around getting the American dollars and the passport photocopies you need after deciding to head to Bolivia (Americans have to pay $135 and provide copies of their passport at the border. No one else, mind you. Just Americans.) And so, I decided to spend one afternoon in Puno on a Sillustani tour. Sillustani is an archaeological site and pre-Inkan burial ground just outside of Puno, Peru, on the shores of Lake Umayo in South America. Every tour office in town...

I had written it there, I swore. "See Machu Picchu," was on my life list. I was sure I had added it at some point but, as I scrolled through the list on my phone, as I googled my web address and "Machu Picchu," it wasn't showing up. Had I imagined it? It took a few times skimming through the list to find it. Not, "See Machu Picchu," but, "Hike The Inca Trail." "Hike the Inka Trail," I read, sitting an a hostel in Aguas Calientes, otherwise known as Machu Picchu Pueblo. I hadn't hiked the Inca Trail to get there. I hadn't hiked...

Do you want to know what to eat in Cusco, Peru? Fries. All the fries. I love fries. I really do. A good fry is heaven. Crispy on the outside, velvety soft on the inside, a touch of salt. Perfection. But in Peru they are always just greasy and limp. Disappointing. And, when eating in Cusco, Peru, fries come with everything. Everything. I never thought I’d get sick of fries. But I also don’t need them twice a day...