
The Day I Was Humbled by Salt
For years, I walked around with the unshakable confidence that I was one of the premier minds on all things South America — politics, economics, history, culture. You name it, I had a take on it. At dinner parties, I dazzled with anecdotes about land reform in Colombia, the legacy of Peronism in Argentina, and the economic paradoxes of Chile’s neoliberal experiment. I could map out the socio-political currents of the Amazon basin faster than most people could find Brazil on a map. My friends and...