A day after I leave La Paz, I arrive in San Diego, where I spent my childhood during the 70's. My father is now in a nursing home not too far from the house we lived in, and I take extra leave to visit him and assist where...
The last day in Bolivia happens very quickly. The boys and I are up at three in the morning, and this is plenty of ...
Over the past three years, I could always count on certain routines. In the morning, I would wake up, fix my kids some ...
Running a simple errand at Achumani Market, I take a good look around the city that's been my home for more than three ...
