“Change your money on the black market,” friends who’d been to Argentina advised, “You’ll get 25 percent more than at the banks.” I was all for it, but Magellan was skeptical. “I don’t want to get robbed in some back alley,” he protested.
100 blogposts! “I thought we’d work at it for a year,” Magellan confessed when I asked him how long he initially expected we’d be at it, back when he announced his idea for Latitude65 to me over dinner in November 2014. Hmmm.
“Have you been to Antarctica?” Sherri asked me at yoga while we were waiting for the class to begin. I’ve always said we’d go to the Antarctic (or on any other cruise) when Magellan’s cane and my wheelchair were in danger of colliding. But, as Sherri said, you can’t wait until you’re old; you’ve […]
In Patagonia, we’d arranged a day trip to Perito Moreno. Saying “Perito Merino” made us admire its singsong of syllables. Seeing Perito Moreno made us shiver at the power of its cool beauty.
Upright. Straight. The walls of our long, narrow, country tunnel north to south whitened by Pacific waves and the Snowy Andes— the wall we share with you, our neighbour. Your chest curves, colours bursting from your graffitied walls, toes, hot from dancing, tango in seas Magellan sailed, your smile endless. Will paint run between you […]