¨I doubt the rest of the kids will invite me on their honeymoon,¨ my Dad joked as we enjoyed our first wine and cheese happy hour high above the city on our hotel terrace. We like to say the honeymoon is over and ended at our Mexico hotel with infinity pool, so we were thrilled to have my Dad meet us in Argentina´s wine country of Mendoza. After pestering him to meet us in Ecuador, Peru and Bolivia, my Dad finally had a window of opportunity to join us on our trip. This was the longest I hadn´t seen my Dad [View Full Entry]

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Argentina is the country that started our entire Latin America adventure. Not only is it where we got engaged, but also it´s where we were awed by Euro-style cities, 300-foot waterfalls, and our first trek through the mountains of Patagonia. We knew we had to come back some day to explore the rest of the country and the rest of Latin America. We just didn´t know that ¨some day¨ would come so soon. We´re back in Argentina and it is glorious. The amount of meat in the country alone makes it a Trevor´s paradise, and the fact that it´s always time [View Full Entry]

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Should have sent this months ago. This was one of the most interesting places we went, so read this!! We were actually waiting to receive pictures from the Brits, that took a lot longer than expected. Never trust a redcoat. Enjoy: We left La Paz and grabbed another bus bound for the city known as Oruro. On the way, Liz offered some gummy bears to a campesina (country woman) who was sitting next to us on the bus. She gladly accepted and I am sure it was her first Haribo experience and she may spend the rest of her days seeking [View Full Entry]

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Seeing a few of our favorite friends in South America was like ringing in an early Christmas. Jocelyn, Nick and Brandon were the best gifts we could´ve asked for, so we celebrated their arrival with pisco sours, cervezas, grilled alpaca, and a tiny Christmas tree with a garland of all our family´s photos, sent with love from M&M (Mama Seelye and Mitch). The day after our entire group was together, we set off on a four-day backpacking trip along the Salkantay Trail. Saltankay means ¨savage mountain¨ in Quechua, the native language of the Inca that still thrives despite the Spanish conquest. [View Full Entry]

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Her name was Lizzie, she was a showgirl.... Alright enough of that, you know that leads to me wearing a diamond. We had a few days before Brandon and Nocelyn showed up in Peru, so we decided to spend some time in Bolivia basking on the shores of Lake Titicaca, which happens to be the highest navigable lake in the world. Not sure what that means, but we did learn that almost the highest everything in the world resides in Bolivia. We took the world´s slowest boat with some great British girls to Isla del Sol a few miles across the [View Full Entry]

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Trevor and I feel like we were either mauled by wild donkeys or just finished a marathon with an obscenely steep route. Don´t worry, we´re okay. We just climbed out of the world´s deepest canyon yesterday. Cañon del Colca is more than twice as deep as the Grand Canyon. It´s about 11,000 feet deep with steep switchbacks that hug the baked canyon walls all the way to the Colca River that trickles through it. Trev and I set out from the dusty, little town of Cabanaconde without a guide and slid downhill for a few hours with our eyes on the [View Full Entry]

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The Top Six Things We Loved about Lima #6. Being back in 2007 and where the big-city action is. Lima is a world of difference from some of the smaller indigenous towns where people still live like they did 100 years ago. The fancy parks full of dogs with actual owners, and seaside highrises with surfers frolicing in front reminded us of California. The rest of the city´s colonial architecture looks a little like Europe. In the first day alone, we saw two weddings in cathedrals, a parade full of kids, a rockin´ band playing only percussion, and an art fair [View Full Entry]

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After conquering Cotopaxi, Trevor and I decided we had sufficiently experienced Ecuador. We spent a couple of recovery days in Baños and Cuenca, and then spent 36 long hours on three buses to Peru. We even passed through Cañon del Pato, where our bus teetered on the edge of what could be the second most dangerous road in the world (another in Bolivia already claimed the title) and passed through 32 man-made tunnels. It wasn´t pretty, but luckily there was a deliciously tart and frothy pisco sour and the first dark cerveza of the trip waiting for us in this little [View Full Entry]

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A heavyweight battle for the ages: In the red corner, the Colorado Comrades, the Sultans of the Second City, the Jobless Journeyers weighing in at a combined 270lbs: the McSeelye Squad. Yaaaa! Woooo! In the blue corner, the reigning champion, Ecuador´s second highest peak weighing in at a billion tons with a height of 19,350 feet: The active volcano Cotopaxi. Booooo! The battle begins: The parking lot alone is higher than our peaks at home at 4,500 meters (14,700 ft) and we climbed up to the refugio for the first night which is at 4,800 meters (15,750 ft). We hiked up [View Full Entry]

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We spent four days in the mountains of the Quilotoa Loop, a cluster of indigenous villages that surround Quilotoa, a dormant volcano with a caldera 2.5 kilometers wide and filled with turquoise water. The Loop has awesome hiking trails and a landscape of pastures and farming fields so it looks like a patch-work quilt was thrown over the rolling hills. The place is teeming with exotic wildlife. We´re talking llamas, pigs, wild dogs (Trevor bravely defended us from PPs or potential predators) and lambikins of all sizes and colors. We stayed at the Black Sheep Inn, cited as one of the [View Full Entry]

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