Peru and Bolivia: Part I

Day 1. Arrival in Cuzco. Hostal Qorichaska, located on a small uphill street off the main square, the Plaza de Armas.  Streets full of woven colors, children and elderly women with papooses.  At an altitud of about nearly 3,000 meters, I was finding it so hard to breathe; the heart just can´t keep up withContinue reading “Peru and Bolivia: Part I”

An assignment, translated

¨What should I write my first blog entry about?¨ I ask my sister.  It´s Thursday night and I´m talking to her on chat like always. I´m already in bed with my pajamas on, and she´s in an office in Chicago with her cup of afternoon coffee. ¨Write about your soup,¨ she says without having toContinue reading “An assignment, translated”