The tree at Rockefeller Center has been lit, wall-to-wall Banana Republic ads line the subway cars, and with alarming frequency dogs on Park Avenue sport tiny sweaters. All this can mean only one thing: December is upon us. Now, you here at BootsnAll are normally spared my political ranting in favor of travel ranting, but [...]
So maybe you’re from London. Or Sydney. Or Chicago. Or one of a hundred other places in the world that is full of sky scrapers, museums, and lots of other people. In which case, this page is not for you. This page is dedicated to those who make their homes in the East Nowheres of [...]
After a (relatively) quick trip to Lake Titicaca, Jenn reflects on her time in Bolivia: it doesn't make sense, it takes longer than it needs to, but everyone is friendly and it all turns out okay.
Potosi is the antithesis of Sucre. The major attraction is the old silver mine, Cerro Rico, where Bolivians still work in very dangerous conditions for pitiful wages.
Jenn and Carrie have found a good rhythm in Sucre: A leisurely breakfast, practicing guitar, drawing, Spanish lessons and watching tourists who seem to have lost their sense of volume and personal spa
La Paz is a city of beauty, a city of activity, but most of all a city of karaoke bars and photocopierias. If you think that's weird, try catching a bus.
Every writer needs a muse. This month, mine was a fiberglass cow. I admit it: I was about to let June slip by without an update for BootsnAll (as has been my habit in recent months). And then she beckoned me from her perch two stories above my Brooklyn park bench: a fragmented cow clinging [...]
