Some people travel to eat. I just travel and, meanwhile, I get hungry. Sure, sometimes a certain type of crepe or oversized fruit snack tastes so good that finding and eating it temporarily gives me some sense of purpose in life. But usually I just pile canned tuna on stale crackers and call it dinner. Then I started traveling by bike instead of bus/train/truck/horse-drawn cart. Now, as I propel myself across the land, I eat to travel.
Today’s a big anniversary for me, I suppose: one full year of traveling around and hanging out. To celebrate, I’m thinking about and feeling thankful for the people who, more than ten years ago, first taught me how to slow down and chill out. To be ok with having nowhere to go except my neighbor’s front porch and nothing to do except talk about the weather, watch the cows (and pick-up trucks) go by, and enjoy the quiet company of […]
E (in French): I’m playing in a handball tournament this weekend. You wanna come? Me (in almost French): Sure! Cool. I’ve been wanting to see how handball is played. E: Handbahl. Me: Oui, handball. E: HandBAHL. It’s German. Me: confused silence. So I went, and it was fun to watch, especially since everyone was there just to have a good time. And they had the best post-game spread I’ve ever seen. Sausage and goat cheese? Refreshing. And then, for some […]
A new friend told me he had to work up in the town of Sainte-Pierre, on the northwest coast of Martinique. He said I could tag along if I wanted to. Well of course I did. He’s a member of a circus entertainment association called Lézard Ti Show, which was providing some of the entertainment for a family fun day fundraiser organized by a local church. After stuffing my face with paella, I walked over to the edge of the […]
We parked our car in a parking deck in downtown Castries: and took a cab to Mindoo Phillip park for the Official Opening of the Saint Lucia Jazz and Arts Festival. Not much jazz, but a good time anyway: Skip to 2:05 :)
What comes first, the backpacker or the hostel? Are there no hostels in the Caribbean because backpackers don’t go there, or do backpackers avoid the Caribbean because there’s not a single $10 bunk in all those turquoise miles of paradise*? I went anyway…because even though I’d been wearing the same crusty pair of jean shorts since 2013, I still wanted to stick my dirty hippie toes in some white powdery sand, ok? And yes, it is possible to travel on […]
So Coveñas is not paradise – unless your idea of heaven is a sparse strip of past-their-prime, single-story concrete hotels hunkered down along the asphalt road from Tolú. Moldering patios look sullenly across a half-paved street and the sandy beach to the Gulf of Morrosquillo. The waves – both the temperature and color of tea with too much milk – come in quick and low, leaving a sad line of Coke bottles and DeTodito snack bags in their wake. Back […]
AguaLinda is a beautiful place full of beautiful people. Click on a photo to see a slideshow with full captions: AguaLinda accepts volunteers (check out their profile on HelpExchange or contact Pablo Acevedo for more info). The hours are long, but being involved in just about every activity – from sweeping floors before breakfast to putting away dishes at night – helps volunteers feel almost instantly that they are part of the community.
La Jagua de Ibirico, about two hours south of Valledupar, is surrounded and supported by the coal mines that were developed in the 1980s and 90s. Venezuela is to the west, just over the dry, rocky mountains. Low, green cattle land stretches to the east, north and south. The bus driver asked me twice if I was sure I was sure that this was my stop. Click on the first photo for slideshow and captions.