We’ve decided to fast-forward the website back to present (or nearly present) day. So rather than telling tales from several weeks ago, we’re going to start telling tales about what’s happening now. (And by “now” I totally mean “now, plus or minus a week or so.”)

Every new place, it's the same feeling. It feels like the first day of school. But once you stick out your hand and introduce yourself, you discover that the question "So, how long have you been travelling?" will usually turn into a two-hour conversation.

Let's say you've been dreaming of this trip for years. More than that, actually. Let's say that whether you knew it or not, you've been dreaming of this trip for most of your life.

Although one might deduce Buenos Aires has caused all of our illnesses, in doing so, one would also fail miserably in the section of the SAT where they test syllogisms. (Remember those? X leads to A, so A must lead to X? Yeah, I don't remember them either.)

Among the wildlife you can see on the peninsula is the armadillo: they’re everywhere, absolutely adorable and a lot hairier than you might expect. One of them had evidently run across Stuart’s path, so he had fired up his camera and chased after it.