South America

Post-season, I need to move. Six months of bartending and my feet want to go somewhere that has nothing to do with a service bar.

Two years ago South America was calling and I answered. I met my boyfriend in Argentina and we made our way through Patagonia, into Chile, across to Uruguay — no timeline, no plan, just hiking our way through lakes and volcanoes and mountain towns we found out about from strangers on ferries.

The next year I knew I had to go back, but for something different. Peru had been pulling at me — the ancient history, Machu Picchu, the Amazon, cities built into the side of mountains. So I went. Still hiking, still figuring it out as I went, just with more ruins and higher altitude.

These are the articles from both trips.

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