Brothers gone Turkish
Apparently my brother and I used to fight like cats and dogs, squids and whales, birds and bullet trains, though I barely remember any of that. But we’re in a good patch lately,… Continue reading
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Globalization on my head, from Cuba to Cambodia
Can you think of a better movie for the barbershop TVs than Edward Scissorhands? I couldn’t, but then again, in the heat of Santiago de Cuba, and with the gummybear feeling in my… Continue reading
It’s not all bad for Maritza
I am supremely grateful for the privilege to write a few things for Altruvistas, the ethical travel company that facilitated my first Cuba and Venezuela trips, but sakes alive, that one from Peru… Continue reading
Equanimity on the equinox, Cuba behind and ahead
I seem to have fallen out of Nature. When they built my apartment a hundred years ago, they didn’t bother with niceties like insulation, and my toes remember cold winter days when they… Continue reading
The good, bad, and ugly of what I’ve learned in 500 posts
“In June of 2008 it suddenly bothered me that most of my food was better traveled than I was. So I bought a one-way ticket to Europe.” That’s how I started my… Continue reading
Just put it down. Or not?
My camera was making me growl. Even though I knew better. Everyone knows that taking a photo from a moving vehicle is bound to fail. So just sit back and enjoy. But Cambodia… Continue reading
Reverential expression of the divine, or just obsessed with boobs?
“Ugh. Great. Tits again. Cuz that’s all women are. I am so sick of that.” “No way! Look at the care, the precision, the ornamentation and dignity of the carvings. And the… Continue reading
What if Angkor Wat sucks? (And a sexy surprise)
Be honest, though you’ve heard it all before. The Mona Lisa…looks like it’s supposed to, and is surprisingly small. The Coliseum? Sure, you feel like watching Gladiator, but mostly you’re just waiting for… Continue reading
Cambodian cleansing, and, Feelgood Fridays
Tuol Sleng left a stain and a weight on my spirit, but just as Cambodia was home to this darkness, it also held the cure. The natural beauty of the land cleansed my heart… Continue reading
The darkness we all share, at Tuol Sleng, Cambodia
I don’t want to talk about this. I want to tell you about the color of the water at Kep, the hammock that swayed by the waves which slid on a day that… Continue reading
