Leaving the warmth for the crisp, dry air of the southernmost city. A first breath of Patagonia at the literal end of the world, where the mountains touch the sea.
Leaving the warmth for the crisp, dry air of the southernmost city. A first breath of Patagonia at the literal end of the world, where the mountains touch the sea.
A desert oasis, dune buggies and grief collide as Peru brings joy, guilt and gratitude on my father’s death anniversary.