Rest Assured: It’s Argentina’s Fault If only my mother could see me now, she’d be laughing. Such have been my thoughts over the past two weeks as Kaia has repeatedly assumed the role of irate, screaming toddler and taken it
Be Afraid, Very Afraid We were more than half way into our 7 hour bus ride to Argentina when toilet trauma struck. Only minutes before, outside my window, as afternoon gave way to dusk, snow dusted mountains towered over a
A WWOOFing Family Adventure Here in Panitao, Chile, sunrise in the vicinity of 8 am takes an eternity. Located approximately thirty minutes by bus south of the Lake District’s hub of Puerto Montt, the sun seems to begrudgingly peek its