When FOMO Met YOLO
Marrakech’s built environment, and for that matter, all of Morocco’s, is like a time capsule. It’s as if the Mesoamerican cultures had never collapsed, and people were still living in Tikal and Copán, Chichén-Itzá and…
We hadn’t ventured outside Marrakech during the first part of our visit. Our friends (Bruce & Meredith + Fred & Liz) took a day trip with our host Siham to the desert, with a hike…
This is the second time we’ve transitioned out of the US. The first was when we started this folly and left for Oaxaca. Our response to that transition was roughly, “Holy shit, we’re really doing…
Chetumal is all about poured concrete. Although I have no documentary proof, it must be because of the salt air. The paint on the concrete may fade or chip, but the structures retain their integrity.…
When I started this blog, I didn’t want it to be just a travelogue, a recitation of where we’ve been and what we’ve seen. That just didn’t seem interesting to me. If I was going…
We arrived in Habana, if just barely, on April 6th. Our local friend Jenn, halfway between fairy godmother and witch, had made arrangements for a group tour of one of Cuba’s oldest cities, Trinidad, on…
As has been exhaustively documented, the actual Landing In Cuba was hellish, but it’s been pretty smooth sailing since then. Our local friend Jenn arranged a driver to pick us up at the airport, which…
Mexico City has a lot going on visually, but not necessarily in the same way as Oaxaca. Oaxaca’s culture fells like it’s happening on the street and you just get to walk through it. CDMX,…
I thought I was done writing about Mexico City, and then we squoze in one more epic experience worth sharing. Museo Anahuacalli is also known as the Diego Rivera Museum. Or one of them. That designation…
I found the retail landscape in Oaxaca confounding. At its core, my confusion was about the apparent mismatch between supply and demand. There were so many shops and so much merchandise, and so much of…