[Please don’t open this post if you have issues with looking at where meat comes from. Really. I warned you.] While volunteering in Berrechid, Morocco I met David and Austin, who had been there a while and knew M. and S. They all asked if I wanted to tag along on a car ride to somewhere to maybe eat something. Yep, sure did. More food fun HERE.
It started with a trip to the beach: and turned into a late lunch: followed by a stop for tea on the way home: and finished off with one last game of soccer: These guys know how to hang. Whew. More Sunday fun HERE.
I. and I first met in Cuenca, Ecuador, where we had a dang good time together: trying new fruits and snacks in the markets, visiting the local “spa” (with its lukewarm swimming pool and half-heartedly steamy sauna), and chattering away in Spanish over teas and soups like two old long-lost amiguitas del alma. We reunited months later in Paris, over a cheap lunch in the cafeteria of the Colegio de Espana at La Cite Universitaire, and made plans to hang […]
I never knew that crêpes were, like, a thing. I think my mom once bought a pack of frozen “crepes” that we were too lazy to ever defrost and reheat. I figured they were like pancakes for people who like to stay hungry. But when I was on the ferry to Belle Île, I was told by some fellow tourists that one of the primary vacation activities on the island is crepe-eating – because crêpes are not just a French […]
My newly-familiar family in France has been so very good to me. Throughout the summer they invited me along on beach vacations, took me on scooter rides around Paris and car trips through countryside, lied to me about how quickly my French was improving, and – perhaps most endearing of all – fed me delicious foods. For years, my dad’s cousin has been spending summers in La-Trinité-Sur-Mer, a port town on the south coast of Brittany. When he heard that […]
When I first met E. in Martinique (she’s the one walking in front of me in the pics from La Savane de Petrificaciones), she told me that she was a food scientist/product developer for a French gourmet frozen food company called Picard. Hm. Did I hear that right? Frozen food – even gourmet frozen food – just didn’t seem very, I don’t know…”French” — I just couldn’t quite fit a plastic-wrapped, cardboard-boxed fish dinner in there between my mental images […]
Here’s what I was taught in Martinique about ital living: – There’s a common energy running through all living beings. – Your decisions about what you put into your body should be based on an understand of, and respect for, your relationship with that universal life force. – Choices about I-tal living should be authentic and personal, which leaves room for individualized interpretations and flexible practices. So, for example: (click on a photo to open a slideshow with captions) I […]
a long walk in a Caribbean desert… After the hike, there was, of course, a good meal: Poulet boucane isn’t grilled like any ol’ BBQ chicken. Check out the process: More un-extreme outdoor fun here: The Lazy Aventurer
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 […]
I ate plenty of good food in Colombia: mojarra frita, ajiaco, papa rellena… And I liked all of it (except for the disappointingly, blandly pithy hormigas culonas): But the food that I ate the most, the one that became part of my daily diet, that cheered me up on dreary days, whose regional variety and availability served as a starting point for understanding the great diversity within Colombia’s borders was…an oversized fruit snack. Hold on. Let me tell you the […]
Thank you BBC Travel for describing my hike in Cocora Valley: Colombia’s Valley of the Palms But I took more photos (click on any photo to open a slideshow): Somehow, even after 5 hours of hiking, I still managed to drag myself up to the overlook in Salento and then wander back to the hostel through the colorful town. Must have been the hot chocolate and cheese. Or the fried…everything. More un-extreme outdoor fun here: The Lazy Adventurer
“Wandering and eating in ________” sums up my usual day in a new place. But it feels especially special that I would/could do my ho-hum travel thing in Medellin because walking around looking at pretty things and happily snacking on fried carbs are not what always come to mind as activities that are done in this particular city. I won’t elaborate on what I previously thought one might do in Medellin because, well, I’m embarrassed. So here is what I […]
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 […]
After a rough night in Coveñas, I was downright smitten with Tolú. I’d caught a bus on the side of the road in Coveñas and after a short ride I was greeted at the Tolu gas station by a swirl of bike taxis — every driver happy to overcharge me and my overstuffed backpacks for a ride to The Hotel Montecarlo. I bargained down to a price that was still too high (but maybe not, considering my pack is the […]
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.
I was scrubbing potatoes from the garden at AguaLinda — lots of potatoes. I asked Angela, who works at AguaLinda, what the heck we were going to do with all of them. She said mashed potatoes, french fries, and oooh, ajiaco. I hadn’t heard of it, but she explained that it’s a soup made with three types of potatoes: papa criolla, papa paramuna, and papa sabanera. We had plenty mashed potatoes and french fries during the rest of my time […]