Curated Fernweh
I stand at the edge of a blank canvas. Featureless mist swirls in its depths. My gaze hungrily scans the emptiness, but I find only ghosts and shadows. The light pulses: dark to light and back again; the sun is doing its level best to break through the veil. Functionally blind, I must rely on... Continue Reading →
The southern half of Bariloche, as seen from one of my field sites San Carlos de Bariloche is a town with a bit of an identity crisis. It's a city of overlapping immigrants: the first human settlers were the Mapuche, who moved in thousands of years ago in the same vein as the Inka, the... Continue Reading →
Or that one time I accidentally went hiking in the Andes
Window Seat Odyssey 