i´m not sure that two consecutive blog entries could contrast more - from drinking cocktails on the beach to one cold drink a week being unbelievable luxury; from having one of the best meals of my life to eating potato-based slop for dinner, every. single. night; from samba music in the streets to "my heart will go on" played repeatedly on panpipes by bolivian teenagers. that being said, the last blog had no big cats, no macaws, and no cheeky baby mon...

When Suzie and I we were in learning Spanish in Cusco we had one somewhat strained lesson when Rodolfo, our frustrated and well-meaning teacher, tried to explain the verb "faltarse". He presented us with three pens, removed one and declared "me falta un lapizero". We looked blank. He explained that it meant "to miss". We subsequently formulated some sentences in response to the question "What do you miss in Cusco?" along th...