I am addicted to this blog now that I have renounced airplanes before having gone to South America. Now I know where to go to have my kidneys cleansed, to buy trinkets to avoid envy and fighting, to sit in a shoe eating raspas, to enjoy the company of strangers who are surprisingly generous and welcoming to "norteamericanas". I share an obsession with colored doors and bleak duochromatic landscapes with flamingos. Does the Patagonian Express still run the rails?
I am addicted to this blog now that I have renounced airplanes before having gone to South America. Now I know where to go to have my kidneys cleansed, to buy trinkets to avoid envy and fighting, to sit in a shoe eating raspas, to enjoy the company of strangers who are surprisingly generous and welcoming to "norteamericanas". I share an obsession with colored doors and bleak duochromatic landscapes with flamingos. Does the Patagonian Express still run the rails?
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