I’ve reached a personal plateau of sorts in my life. Not as in I’m comfortable with where I am or what I’m doing (that part will be not be at a plateaued status for quite some time, and that’s a good thing for now) but as in I’ve reached this level ground in knowing who I am, understanding what that means, and basically having to accept it. 1,631 more words
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Today (May 3rd), we departed early for our drive to the town of Copacabana on the shores of Lake Titicaca. Although it’s only about 100 miles from La Paz to Copacabana, it takes about four hours to get there, including a short ferry crossing. 736 more words
As many of you know, Jim and I landed in La Paz in the wee hours of April 30th, and did not do much of anything except try to catch our breath, and toast the local glacier, Illimani. 632 more words
The three locals (I really want to say ‘amigos,’ but I won’t) laughed as my breath caught in my throat.
Usually when I see something grandiose or amazing or am surprised in a good way by something, my eyes go really wide and I get an almost giddy look on my face, or so I’ve been told. 554 more words