If you went to Punta del Diablo this March without a significant other, you probably felt like the last single person on Earth. What I […]
Category: South America
Tierra del Fuego – road trip in a land of sea
If you enjoy traveling by car and discovering things on your own, without guided tours or carefully planned schedules, the Argentinean South is one of the […]
The holy grail of Brazilian holidays
When you want to get away from everything and enjoy the simplest pleasures in life, Brazil is always the answer.
Two sides of Acapulco
From chaotic and lively downtown to luxury pool hotel. An Acapulco experience.
All inclusive and the whim
Though I wouldn’t call myself adventurous, I have a flair for the unexpected,
for wandering down strange alleys and deserted beaches and going to the other side of the sand dune
to see what lies behind.
REALENGO, Rio de Janeiro
No, this is not a post about how wonderful it is to travel round the world. It is about the death of children, the most unnatural of all unnatural things upon our ailing Earth.
RAUL at Punta del Este Film Festival; cinema & pastoral bliss
When my friend Sergio, who was organizing the Fest told me that our preview was going to be shown at Fundacion Atchugarry, I didn’t think much of it. I had never heard of the place, though the prospect of it being en route to beautiful Jose Ignacio and in the middle of the country sounded very appealing.
Las Toscas, Uruguay: Childhood memories and the smell of the summer
Sometimes, when you have been going to a place your whole life, you tend to take it for granted. There is a tiny beach spot on Uruguay´s Golden coast where I spent all of my childood summers.
Cordillera de los Andes (Poem written on a plane over the Andes, Nov. 2000)
A surprisingly political poem of looking at a mountain range. (En route to Cuba)
Love story at the Llamadas: Candombe drumming and amour in Montevideo
We followed the drummers dancing like crazy. The llamadas consist of each group playing and dancing candombe and walking for some 10 blocks over a street called Isla de Flores. They start around the corner from my apartment, actually, but our seats were near the end of the line, so, when we followed the drummers as they exited the gates, police closed them behind us and said we couldn´t go back inside.
Ana couldn´t care less: she was going to be reunited with him, and nothing else mattered.