One of my colleagues told me that my time in Iraq was just the right amount to make me feel weird about leaving, and he was right. I’ve been here long enough not to feel like a tourist anymore, but …
It was still dark at 6 a.m. when I gathered my things for the day and headed out shivering into the Cochabamba morning, bare toes waiting for the warmth of the sun. I met Jaime on the corner and we …
Fortunato ran across the Ollantaytambo town center to greet me in typical Peruvian fashion, with a kiss on the cheek. A huge smile filled his face as he expressed his relief in finding me (our plans had been less than …