Punta arenas — Clutching my oversized parka that I packed “just in case,” I boarded the minibus after 11pm. Everyone was quiet, except for the man next to me who insisted on practicing his English with me loudly. Th...
New orleans — It was the rock-step in the beat, the jazz in the air, covers of songs, that not-so-lazy Mississippi river fast flowing, that cool wind telling us spring is coming, no, rather, spring is here.
Bar harbor — There was a boat, and there were only small amounts of wind. The water was too cold and the air was barely salty enough, and we paused too long for lack of breeze. But, well, nothing worth anything e...
Just as I stare at what I convince myself is definitely the edge of the world...
rock step
“And in the end, we were all just humans…Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Arrival at the end of the world