This will be my final visit to my spot. We are going home in two days. Today I am sitting on my familiar driftwood with two classmates, Avery and Angel, because my program is staying at the hotel directly behind us. Which is somewhat of a crazy coincidence, that our last group spot is where […]
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Early Summer, December 10
I’m sitting in the grass on the point by the beach. The wind is a little cold, but the sun is warming my back. I walked here barefoot to feel the sand and said hello to a brown horse. I’ve been feeling sad to leave my family. Time went by so fast. I love it […]
Murals
Today at the beach, I sat close to a spot where the river meets the canal. I like the walk from my house, especially now that it’s green. The neighborhood I live in is named for the river, el Pipo. The current is strong, fueled by all of the melting snow from these past sunny […]
Post 5
Today is sunny and calm, it’s the first time I’m here wearing a skirt instead of pants. The wind has relaxed too, and different birds have started to come out. Besides seagulls, I hear hawks cawing behind me, and songbirds which are a new springtime addition. The comesebo andino is a bright yellow and gray […]
Community!
Today is sunny and I decided to walk a little down the coast from my sit spot. Last week, I went snorkeling here in the channel. It was too cold to really enjoy it if I’m being honest, but it was cool to see what’s under the water. Kelp forests, urchins, starfish, sponges, crabs. On […]
Water and Energy and Artifacts
When I think of what is beneath my feet today, I see things like rock and fossils and creatures that once lived. I see the layers of earth influenced by the two tectonic plates that meet right here in the Beagle Canal. But what is coming to mind most strongly for me are pieces of […]
Springtime?!
It has been snowing here in Ushuaia, but today was sunny, and melted the snow on the rocky beach. Sunny but obviously still cold and windy. I got a bit sad today thinking that when I go home to Vermont in December it will be winter, meaning that I missed fall and the last bits […]
El Fin del Mundo
I’m sitting on a large piece of driftwood in front of the sea. It turns out the sea here isn’t Atlantic or Pacific, but some connection between the two (both? neither?). The Beagle Channel doesn’t smell like much at all, there’s not enough sargassum to wash ashore. There’s only a faint smell of salt, but […]