Blood and Stones: Life in a Party Tent

And this is how it began; the different layers of excavations started calling us from under the cruel ground, and with trowels, pickaxes, axes ‘the killers’, buckets, gloved hands, sunglasses, some Indiana Jones hats, we started poking the earth trying to find remnants of history, to find those people who ate, played, slept, who had real hopes, wishes, fears, lusts, problems, miracles, who made children and told them stories about their ancestors in the mountains, sacrificed animals to please their gods and in that, made a culture of their lives. [Continue reading…]

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Lights, Colors and Lima

At this time of the year, Lima is a city of cold humid air almost always blanketed by grey clouds. If you go out in the afternoon, the wind follows you, at first tickling and teasing your skin making its way to the shivery possession it craves which is taken over by that cold misty night, so stagnant that it makes you numb. This wintery play always gets me very hopeful, about everything. [Continue reading…]

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Spirited Away, Huaraz!

After just a couple of days of plopping around in front of a huge TV with Wii, paused by a little research on the net, going through the local market with Kate who introduced me to my first awesome Manjar Blanco filled Churro, and meeting the Hamburger man with Julio, Kate and I planned a spur of the moment travel to Hauraz, a beautiful place about four hundred kilometers north of Lima situated between the magnificent Cordillera Blanca and the Cordillera Negra. [Continue reading…]

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