Despacio

“Despacio [slowly]”, he says but our horses are nothing but. With pointed ears they prance around impatiently as they listen … More

Authenticity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I look for him everywhere along the gravel road passing Paula’s kiosko on my way to Unquillo My eyes try … More

We canter up the hill and the roads and among the grassy hills of the Sierras Chicas We laugh and … More