I walked up to the immigration officer in the Zurich airport and handed over my passport, excited to finally be out of the plane and onto Swiss ground. She asked me the usual questions, like "where are you coming from?"... Continue Reading →
It's incredibly easy to avoid trees when skiing in the mountains outside of Santiago, because there aren't any. As someone who grew up zig-zagging through snowy pine trees on the east coast of the US and has since graduated to... Continue Reading →
This past Monday was a holiday in Chile thanks to some random Catholic saints, so obviously I wanted to go climbing. Nevermind that I had also gone climbing the day before, or that it was raining all morning, or that... Continue Reading →
In spanish, they have the concept of a "cordada," which literally means "roped together." A cordada is sort of the same thing as a belay partner, but implies a closer friendship/partnership. My favorite translation is courtesy of one of my... Continue Reading →
For the past three years, I've basically talked my Chilean friends' ears off about Yosemite and Tahoe and all the fun adventures to be had in such places, so I was absolutely stoked to get the chance to show three... Continue Reading →
I've been on a bit of a painting kick lately, and by "kick", I mostly mean that I've painted two pictures in the past two months after two full years without painting anything. It's one of those things that I... Continue Reading →
Margaux Rhymes with Fargo 