Nobody Knows Where I’m Going

It’s 1056 PM on a Saturday night, my plane just left the gate at JFK en route to London, and I’m excited for the next few days. I don’t remember what I’ve told you, but this year I cut back on my workload, increasing my time off. I have, on several posts, mentioned the burnout […]

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Don’t Call It Tequila

I followed the map to the meeting point, where I had been instructed to meet my group for the mezcal tour. This is in a different part of town, somewhat outside of the tourist centro, but still very central. Along the way, a group of people were exercising in the park. I had given myself […]

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In Which I Question Things

The guide was aspirational as she spoke of the Zapotec people, telling stories of the Olmecs before, and tying in references to Clovis culture, as well as remote peoples of Alaska and their genetic similarities to those at the extreme southern end of Argentina. Bursting with pride, she showed us these engraved stones, explaining the […]

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Living On the Edge

There are certain rules about how one should eat when traveling to parts of the world prone to travelers diarrhea. These are things one should do (or not do) to stay healthy. Things like not eating uncooked food that you can’t peel, and only eating food served hot. One should only drink beverages from unopened […]

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