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Argentina, Spring 2007

It's hard to put in words why I travel, and people often ask me how I do it - logistically, how I have the fuerte (strength) and the nerve to hop on planes and go to random places. 

Well it is not always easy, and this trip, or the lead up to the trip, was excruciatingly difficult – nearly enough to cause a cancellation.  My body is still settling down from the overwhelming stress my mind inflicted on it!

Here is a snippet of my first week traveling: from Seattle to Miami and from Miami to Buenos Aires.  This is written in a small internet café in Palermo Hollywood, a trendy little trying to be like the Marina neighborhood of San Francisco or Newberry Street in Boston. 

In my writing and in the sharing of my ideas I am trying to turn myself inside out – in part to be simply me, and in part to take away the glamour of my travel.   Contrary to what you might think this is hard work I am doing.  (click to read more)

Costa Rica, Fall 2005

Against a slate gray/blue sky a gull soars by – as I try to pull a straggling hair out of my ear canal (God, what kind of location is that for a follicle?). 

Dusk begins to settle over the lapping waves, one degree of light contrast after the next steps us towards a black pin-hole sky. 

I’m still here and I already miss the sounds of palm fronds rustling against one another.  I’m trying to remember it all.   Two days until my scenery changes or rather a plane deposits me some 2500 miles north. (click to read more)