Authenticity

Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge…

Realness

Finally I find something that feels Mexican. That feels interesting. Homemade tortillas and food cooked in clay pots. At Reciprico,…

I’m trying to be fair and give Tulum a chance but I hate it with a passion. I hate the…

I’m riding underneath the stars in Argentina and long gone is his rigid mind and boring outlook on life. If…

She looks at him jump up on the horse. With very bent knees in the short stirrups and the reins…

“Maybe that’s what you are supposed to do. Write about feelings.”, he says and continues; “Everyone has their thing.” Months…

We are sitting inside Apartamento in Güemes and the tall sommelier in all black with the unhelpful attitude has just…

I remember my father coming and going growing up. Coming home with Bonnie, a white and black dog teddy with…

Be careful is the advice he gives me but I know it’s already too late I’ve already decided to live…

And when it’s over I can finally breathe again. Instead of feeling like a prison Córdoba is green, vibrant and…