part two of an amateur hiking guide in Patagonia With the help of a very popular brand’s old catalogue, I will try my best to explain this image: “Patagonia brings to mind romantic visions of glaciers tumbling into fjords, jagged windswept peaks, gauchos and condors.” Tim Patterson , a travel writer, commented on his experience, “It was so quiet, apart from the wind. Clouds boiled up from the ice-field and swirled like schools of herring around the peak of Mt. Fitzroy. One mi

specifically the W Trek in Torres Del Paine Funny enough, I originally made this account thinking that one day I would be a travel blogger. I’ve always enjoyed using my passions, writing and photography, paired with my inspiration to learn about cultures, to portray the places I’ve visited. I stopped traveling for a while and this account became more of a Carrie Bradshaw style dating column. (This is a formal apology to all my relatives who are subscribed). However, after my

In divine timing, I started reading Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey just days before I left for Utah to see the state that is the literal existence of my favorite color. Funny enough, in the preface, before the pages even begin he writes a word of caution, “Do not jump in our automobile next June and rush out to the canyon country hoping to see some of that which I have attempted to evoke in these pages. In the first place, you can’t see anything from a car; you’ve got to ge

I’m regularly reminded that we’re all living this life for the first time.  I’m reminded in small ways, when someone blushes over a...

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a...

I would be foolish to forget how rare it all is

Merienda, the art of sitting around a table with no time constraints or conversation limits.

When I look back at this trip I don't remember the sights we saw or count the times we were cat called but rather ...

The entire ride back the sky was bleeding reds and purples that I cant explain. Maybe the salt enhances the colors? 

We went swimming and spent hours basking in the glory of this mysterious place.

Somehow I went to sleep in Buenos Aires and I ended up in the most famed city in the world.

it’s hard to believe that places like this exist outside of my imagination.

Watching my friends fearlessly climb through the jungle without a care of any danger brings me so much joy.

In this country I am continually reminded of how small I am and how amazing life is around us.

I am always reminded in little ways, and grand ways like overwhelming sunsets, of how small I am and how vast this universe is.