Days by the lake

By the shore Lago Epuyen doesn’t feel as perfect. It’s not until I climb up the steep path with pointy … More

Córdoba, Argentina

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, he tells me as we are holding hands crossing the corner of Avenida … More

I try not to let my feelings dominate me, he says. Is that why you start your mornings smoking a … More

I learned a lot in the mountains, I tell them as we are sitting at the wooden table. Mainly I … More

Why don’t you write a book about mountains?, he asks me And I think of my fingers against the rock … More

“Do you see the clouds over the mountains?”, he asks me and points towards the cordillera. “Do you see how … More

If only the wind could transport the smell of the pine trees and the lake to you tonight.

Come here, you say and every cell in my body responds as I lay underneath the sleeping bags in the … More

Most Argentines can have dinner until midnight on a weekday and still manage to work for eight hours the next … More

If I would choose I would write about you and spend days following you on horseback in the Andes. They … More