hello, it's me, from under a peruvian rock

i am the WORST!

but, look, even at my most slacker, i update you after a month and that's not the most embarrassing thing i've done. far from it.

so, hi. i'm in cusco, peru now. but i've been to many places since my last typo-laden update from santa cruz, bolivia. i conquered that country, i'll say. almost a month there and hit up so many spots: sucre ("the white city"), uyuni & the salt flats, potosi ("highest city in the world") & the mines, la paz (which is completely mental), rurrenabaque jungle boogie, copacabana & lake titicaca... and now you'll find me here, moments away from biking, trekking, and riding my way to the legendary machu picchu.

i love stringing words together (in an attempt) to make magic, yet i don't make enough time for it. will i remember all i do here without laying it down with the pad and pen (or, more realistically, the internet)? the photographic evidence does wonders to cache the stories and jump start the memory, but will i ever bother to sit down and tell the tale of my journeys, despite how cliché and overdone this sort of thing is? i can't even bring myself to crack the spine of "eat, pray, love" though i'm sure its scribe had an adventure worth documenting that i know has been well-received by many a bus-rider in SF and beyond.

so where does that leave us? talking about nothing yet something? you're in luck; this is my specialty. and maybe i will get my shit together soon enough to write more. but for now, here is my deal: chillin in cusco with my cali lady ellen g, then heading to machu picchu on thurs, then up to the coast of peru for much-craved beach time, then up to ecuador, colombia, and the sky's the limit from there.

sorry for the silence. or, if you are tired of me, then you're quite welcome. facebook is plastered with updates and photos so run over there and get your fixxx.

see you when i pop up next.

A D I O $