Today is one month since Liz and I touched down on US soil.It is strange to think that it has been that long already.The time has gone by much faster than any of the months we spent in South America.Even stranger has been the rush of american culture and society that has hit us like a tsunami.The strong sucking vortex of our pace and "values" we hold in this country seems to have already begun to try and reclaim us. Upon touching down in "george b...

After what ended up being over 160 total hours on a bus in just over 14 days, we finally made it back to Quito for our flight north to Medellin, Colombia.At this point we had been sick and trapped in a bus for just a little longer than one can stay completely sane.Furthermore, we were ready for some serious beach time without thinking about what that entailed.However, we had not consulted a guide book, didn't have one, and didn't even look at a map before booking...

After our long journey from Mendoza we pulled into La Quiaca and crossed the border over to Villazon, Bolivia.We made our way to Tupiza to pick up a missed tour of the Salar de Uyuni.A few months ago, on our initial journey southward, the rainy season had prompted us to postpone the tour due to the fact the Salar was almost 80% inundated with water, leaving many parts unreachable. The four-day tour commenced in Tupiza, a small town a couple of hours north of t...

Another 10 hours brought us to Mendoza, the heart of Argentina's wine country.The total hours on a bus up to this point was about 44 hours.This had all spanned from a Sunday night departure from Londrina and now, in Mendoza, was a Wednesday morning.After milling over our travel plans for the next few weeks over a cup of coffee, we figured out that we didn't have any time whatsoever to spend in northern Argentina if we wanted to get to Bolivia for a tour of the la...

Tears and heartfelt good-bye's sent us on our way from Brasil and our new "family" in Amoreira.Our bus left from Londrina at around 9pm on our way to Foz Do Iguazu and we pulled into the bus station in Foz with enough time to grab some grub and push onwards to Cordoba.It was a strange experience leaving Amoreira and our friends, we had developed an even stronger friendship since they had left the states, having gotten to know them on their "own tur...