The price of being an expat: dealing with national tragedy while abroad

Hi all! It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and to my grumbling family members especially, I sincerely apologize.

Valpo reminds me of a box of crayons…

… but not just any box of crayons.

How NOT to ride in a Santiago taxi.

It’s 10:30 PM and 75 degrees on our third night in Santiago, and we’re ready to leave the comfortable nest of our chilean houses and explore the nightlife. So what does a young “gringa” do to protect herself and avoid purse/wallet/shiny necklace theft?* Apparently, this means take a taxi.

First Day, No Regrets…

… even though most of the day (in a city of 5 million people) I was sitting in or around this:

Views, Vino, and VIP Status: A Weekend Recap.

It felt good to write something serious yesterday, and thank you for the great feedback, Facebook likes and comments!  This weekend was one of the best I’ve had in Spain:

Sin Miedo, Jóven.

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. “- Ambrose Redmoon