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I’m sitting across from my friend Sheila at a booth at Liguria, a favorite bar/restaurant in Providencia, and I can’t help but stare at the bags under her eyes. It’s the first time I’ve seen her in months, and she’s clearly on edge. Distracted, jumpy. She fidgets with the menu. Can’t make up her mind. Doesn’t know what she wants. And frankly, she looks like hell. Continue reading
Cachando Chile: Reflections on Chilean Culture 