Author: Mark

On Saturday We left the Lima hotel at 7 to head to the airport for our flight to Cuzco (or Qosqo in Quechua, pronounced alarmingly like ‘Costco’). A medical emergency forced the plane back to the gate and we took

First, how about them Giants, huh? Quite a story. And just another sign of how small the world is; in Cuzco, Peru, I was following along pitch by pitch on MLB Gameday and texting comments back and forth with Anne

Well, TACA misplaced my suitcase (but not the bike. Go figure.) Not only mine, but those of about twenty people. And by the time I realized it wasn’t showing up, I was at the back of the line, so it

So Alissa met me at seven pm, after having run around nonstop in the two hours since we had separated, collecting transcripts of her interviews, paying people, lengthening her gift list and still taking care of me. So she was

This was a day spent in the city, but at a more relaxed pace. We visited two museums, one at the main cathedral and one called the museum of contemporary art (although it felt more like a gallery. All Bolivian