In W. O. Mitchell’s novel about prairie life, wind is a metaphor. But in today’s story about Patagonia’s Frenchman’s Valley, wind is the real force: raw, razor-sharp, and so powerful…well, let me tell you how fierce and after you watch Magellan’s video clip, you’ll see for yourself.
“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 […]
It was just past noon when we arrived at EcoCamp in Patagonia, too late for a major day hike. “Relax for a bit, then come to the community dome around one and we’ll have lunch ready for you,” said Victor, the check-in guy in his plaid shirt jacket as he led us down the wooden […]
How can we have been strangers for so long to a pisco sour—now our favourite cocktail? Why didn’t we discover it before we became jubilados, destined to drink mostly wine?
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 […]