In the course of about an hour, I was shown three similarly furnished, decent sized apartments. I was informed that I needed to choose one and move in the following day. If I refused all three,
To prep properly and make the intensive CELTA cram experience less of a headache, prepare as much as possible.
I managed the mandatory. For the application, I did the language awareness task, researching what I needed to.
This is by far the longest lapse this micro, e-publication has endured in its three-year span.
There’s potential world-class artistry to be found everywhere, and Córdoba, Argentina’s cultural fortitude isn’t lacking.
Recently, I’ve tried to make it a point to visit an art museum in every city I stop in. I figured that sometimes I’ll get lucky and see something fantastic. I thought this was the case in Gallery Two of the Museo Provincial de Bellas Artes Emilio Caraffa. Names can be long in Argentina.
Whenever I’m near therapeutic waters, I make it a point to visit them. The Cacheuta natural hot springs/water park in Mendoza was no exception.
Because many Brazilians, Chileans and Argentinians are on summer vacation, you’ll find many of the pools mobbed now, especially with Argentinians who love to relax and enjoy the therapeutic opportunities that their land offers.
The coastal hills, architecture and especially the endless graffiti, is a central Chilean spot that makes you feel like you’ve stepped into another dimension.
Until I’d bought my bus ticket to San Pedro de Atacama, I’d never heard of the oasis town where people live exclusively off of tourism.
I’d never been to a place where tourists appear to outnumber locals.
Opportunities to visit unique natural splendor abound.
I found myself in the mountain desert city of Moquegua in southwestern Perú.
I’d noticed the sign pointing to the mirador, or lookout point, the evening before, so I ventured from my hotel room just after six am.
The descent into the canyon started around midday.
The excitement of the new natural surroundings, combined with a bright sun, wilted my fatigue and altitude induced nausea.
I’d slept at 3,635 meters or 9,843 feet above sea level in Chivay the night before. There I’d woken up dizzy, cold and nauseated.
If there’s one thing I love about traveling, it’s the ethnic food I find.
I get excited by new, interesting cuisine.
If I’m in a place that’s known for a specialized dish, I feel joyous when coming across it.
Seeing, smelling and tasting the food makes me feel good to be alive.