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It's possible to love two different lives. So many travelers, travel bloggers especially, love life on the road so much that they could never imagine going home, stopping, "settling down." And I know plenty of people in my normal life that would never dream of packing everything away to travel for a year or more. Me and some friends on top of Chicago.   But then there are some of us who live somewhere in between. Who, while at home dream of where we will go next. Dream of our next vacation or career break. Who, while on the road, make copious amounts of...

I'm fascinated by the stars. Mostly, I suppose, because I'm a city girl and I don't get to see stars, let alone a sky full of them, all that often. Chicago is filled with big building and lots of light. I'm lucky if I can see a handful at a time. So I was beyond excited when I read about SPACE — San Pedro de Atacama Celestial Explorations — in my South American guidebook. SPACE Star Tours Atacama is the largest public observatory in Chile and every night they host desert stargazing tour. When I arrived at San Pedro de...

My Salar de Uyuni tour dropped me off in San Pedro de Atacama, Chile. It's a small town near the Bolivian border and, while there isn't much to do in the town itself, tours around the area abound. I spent an afternoon on the most popular tour in San Pedro de Atacama: exploring Valle de la Luna, or Moon Valley. Valle de la Luna is located in the heart of the Atacama Desert in Northern Chile and the landscape is ripe with jagged rock formations that make it feel like you've traveled to another planet...

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...

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...