This story begins with a lie. In Latin, mostly. With a bit of English and some franglais thrown in for the pew-fillers seeking refuge from the frigid…
The most sobering part of our trip was the day-long tour to the Joint Security Area separating the Republic of Korea from North Korea along the…
How can I leave him? Let me count the ways. It is perhaps ironic that I would bastardize a love poem when thinking about a leave poem, but what…
As our flight to Santiago was coming in for a landing the flight attendant told us about the items we were not allowed to bring into Chile: edible…
A long time coming, this trip to Chile and Argentina. Of course, Hub had visited in the 70s on business, when the political situation was chaotic and…
