Bucharest Outdoes Florence

I’ve mentioned before that I frequently come across at least one day during a week of travel upon which all the museums are closed. For example – much of Florence seems to be closed on Mondays. Well Bucharest has done them one better – Most things here are closed on Monday and Tuesday. I’m not […]

It’s a Long Way from Detroit to Bucharest

“Hanu Lui Manuc is the oldest operating hotel building in Bucharest” (I stole that from Wikipedia), and that’s the restaurant I was sent to by the driver who picked me up at the airport. He told me it is very traditional, and the concierge at my hotel confirmed it would be a good choice for […]

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 […]

In Which I Don’t Really Learn to Cook Mexican Food

The van carried the group of us through the streets of Oaxaca, leaving the more affluent center with its luxury hotels and expensive restaurants, and into the parts of town normally reserved for the locals. We careened past places where dirt, debris, and all sorts of litter lay along the edges of the unkempt roadway […]

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 […]

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 […]