Man. The two toughest things to figure out overseas: toilets and internet. At least so far, the toilets have been totally expected and intuitive. It has proven to be prohibitively expensive for me to get internet out of town. In town, I’m using a crazy old computer in 30 minute Read more…
It’s like Paris all over again, and I have no money. I blew some stashed dollars to hide out in a lounge and stretch out (sort of) and snore (probably). And also eat free biscotti and drink coke light. The lighting is soft & soothing in here. There’s an open Read more…
…starts in an airport. That’s the first rule of travel writing. And yet, that is where almost all of my adventure stories start. So, either my adventures are terrible, or my stories about them are terrible, or more likely… that’s a crummy rule. I feel like I’ve addressed this dumb Read more…
I am my own worst enemy. I always have been–except for a brief stint in the seventh grade when that bully-girl Nikki was my enemy. In retrospect, she probably had a crush on me and turned aggressive when I failed to love her. I had no idea, and even if Read more…