On remembering.. and forgetting

And memory is funny that way, because we don´t remember things the way they actually happen. Somehow our brain stores a fragment of what we experience, but there is no absolute. Maybe the mind only ever sees part of the moment to remember; because what I see and what someone else sees are always different.
Our realities overlap. It´s how we connect to each other.
Maybe it´s also how we distinguish self. Maybe that is identity.

Riddle Me This

If we don´t know where we´re going,
and we don´t know where we came from,
how the heck do we ever really know where we are?

Right now I´m in the middle of the desert, without a friggin clue..

No Translation Required

So, after a long break.. probably too long, I´ve returned to the blog. In my defense, I didn´t feel like I had anything worth writing about for the past little while anyway.

Butttt.. now I´m back on the road. Left behind the first winter of my life in hopes of warm weather, waves and adventure. Only the latter has been somewhat realized 12 days in, but I´m confident weather and waves are well on their way.

South America has been on the travel agenda for well over three years, and finally I´m here. Day 12 of 92.

Highlights thus far:
- Metropolitan Lima, Peru in all its splendor - Lima Centro, Miraflores and Barranco
- Not one, but TWO 21+ hr bus rides through the Andes to Cusco, the launching point of Peru.
- Language barriers with a 12 years old.. I gave up and challenged her to tictactoe.. and she kicked my arse.
- Finally making it to Aguas Caliente, the Machu Picchu Pueblo.
- A breathtaking 6am spent overlooking Machu Picchu.
- Hiking Wayna Picchu (the mountain in the background pictured in all of the cadid postcards of Machu Picchu).
- Peanut Butter Banana sandwiches 4 life.
- Finding some unexpected and wonderful artist talent in this country:
- Augustus Hidalgo esculturadinamicas.blogspot.com
- Joynin Guerra Pictura Abstracta
- First real day on the beach.