Papa Americano

In lieu of finding the words to describe the past six months traveling up from Buenos Aires to Nicaragua (I honestly can't remember any, Spanish or otherwise) I'm going to begin with a numbered list. And pictures. In no particular order:

1. Boat Crash in the Amazon. The Brazilian civil defense unit eventually kick into action and we're rescued by an aircraft carrier... eight days later.

2. Hot Sauce

can never get enough

3. I like big butts and I cannot lie: Anything and everything in Rio.

Ipanema Beach

Jesus Walks...

Wouldn't you?

4. Working hard at The Naked Tiger

The hardest workers the hostel has ever seen

5.  Finding a Lost City

La Ciudad Perdida, Colombia

6. Sailing the San Blas

Jump in

7. Anything PHat. And yeah, that's with a PH.

Colombia's most famous artist likes all things PHat

8. Street Parties, Southern hemisphere styleeeee

Lapa Street Party, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

9. Sunsets and beaches (including tandem canoe trips as seen below)

Playa Blanca, Cartagena, Colombia

10. Papa Americano. I heard this song once a day without fail - for an entire year.