this waking life

Often on this journey I feel as though I am sleepwalking. I definitely feel both my sleep and waking consciousness have been affected by this experience. Yesterday we hiked 8 long, hard miles around the Laguna Quilotoa, watching the mist rise and dissipate before our eyes before descending through a canyon to the village of [...]

out of the mist

abre los ojos

There are definitely some days I find it easier to open my eyes than others. Like this morning for example. I awoke, eyes closed, resisting the urge to face the day and my new morning routine. My routine lately consists of something resembling the following: I shower, wash my hair, and body. I generally awake [...]

two gringos skip machu picchu for choquequirao

In all my life, my family only ever took one (1) camping trip: a weekend – or was it just one night? – at Skofield Park with the Unitarian church, a good 15 minutes out of town and nigh on half an hour from our Goleta home. It was a lunatic’s adventure, to be sure. [...]