More details to come, but last week was a high-speed car chase.
Category: Mexico
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.
Mexico, ho!
Part of the reason I'm not writing much as that I'm prepping for another short-notice trip to Mexico. Frantically trying to finish current book so I can get started on another book. Happily, I feel like I'm over the hump in terms of terrible hotels to visit, so maybe this trip will be more leisurely...Didn't I say that last time?
A Cancun Coda
Cancun. I can feel you all shuddering from here.
Fancy Hotel Towels I
Just so you know what I'm dealing with when I complain about Mexico and having to smile politely when people show me the 47th room with towels folded like swans.
Glad to be back
Stereotypes (if speaking French really counts as a stereotype) were confirmed on my first visit to fair Canada. As with Mexico, except without quite so much delight, I wondered why it had taken me more than 30 years to visit a country that is so close.
The Radar I Have, As It Pertains to Restaurants*
Last night I realized mine needs to be specially recalibrated for Mexico.
Of dogs and pigs
So that dude who asked me if I partied... As the conversation got going, I thought, Nooo, he can't possibly be so sleazy as to hit on me, I mean, that's just too sad and predictable.