Just for the record, I'm in Mexico again. Neatly avoiding all post-election fallout. Dodging trauma by driving fast and not looking at headlines.
Category: Travails of a Guidebook Author
Panuchos
The best road food ever: a panucho from the bus station in Felipe Carrillo Puerto.
Winding down
Tonight's my last night--back in the old favorite Playa del Carmen. Not the greatest beach town, but certainly not the worst, and the array of the Italian tourists' bathing suit styles and depths of tans is quite impressive.
Not dead. Just dead tired.
My pants smell like old plush bus seat--I know you know what I'm talking about.
Not dead. Just hungry.
More details to come, but last week was a high-speed car chase.
In culo della balena….
For obvious reasons, this Italian phrase ('In the ass of the whale...we're hoping he doesn't shit') was running through my head two days ago when I jumped in the water with an eight-meter-long whale shark.
What I Ate
Oh yeah, today at a cheery little cafeteria in Cancun: big oval quesadillas of thick, chewy corn tortillas filled with 1) sauteed squash blossoms and 2) huitlacoche, aka white-trash truffles, that corn fungus that's all black and tastes like bacon.
On the Move
I used to be such a travel pro, packing a bag the size of my head that was filled with magically matching and essential clothes... Now traveling is my job, and I'm fucking it up left and right.
Public apologies
My first real oh-yeah-everyone-in-the-entire-world-can-read-this moment...
Dolly’s Hot Ketchup and other forgotten details
Last night just before I got into bed, I glanced at my little collection of notebooks stacked on the radiator and noticed my journal from my Lebanon/Syria trip from...geez, 1999?