I spent my last week in the US in the grand old state of Delaware, in my hometown of Lewes where my dad still lives in the same house I grew up in. The claim to fame for this used-to-be-tiny-but-is-now-annoyingly-touristy... 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 →
What do you do when the approach trail is super long and steep but the climbing routes at the end of the trail are awesome? Call in the rein-horse-ments, obviously. I'm sorry, I know it's terrible but I had to.... Continue Reading →
Patagonia has been on my radar since I started climbing (and thus watching climbing documentaries) in 2014. It's always been a bit of a mythical place, a sea of cloud-covered mountains and glistening lakes tucked at the southern end of... Continue Reading →
You'd think three and a half days wouldn't be quite long enough for rafting a class IV river, exploring downtown Pucón, bathing in hot springs, visiting an island full of penguins, snacking on freshly-caught ceviche, celebrating a birthday, picking wild... Continue Reading →
To the eternal confusion of every gringo everywhere (please tell me I'm not alone), Spanish-speakers have a tendency to make everything a verb. Exploring a new place as a tourist becomes "turisteando" or "touristing," sending messages via WhatsApp becomes "whatsappeando,"... Continue Reading →
Margaux Rhymes with Fargo 