Martinis and Bikinis with a View…the Womb of Wealth…From Pretension to Porters…Am I Being Robbed???…the Cannabis Club…Room Service Smorgasbord…the Fantastic Tab and Grace Under Pressure Nothing wipes away travel exhaustion like martinis, oysters, and an eighth-story view of Barcelona, so when I arrived at the Majestic Hotel to find that my room wasn’t prepared…
Every time I read a list recommending travel fitness equipment, resistance bands make an appearance. Frankly, I’ve never understood why. Let me amend that. I got how resistance bands could be useful for people with relatively low musculature –people who were just starting out in fitness, older people, or maybe those who were recovering from…
Before my father died he wrote me a letter in which he urged me to buy an RV, hit the road, and live like a vagabond. This was not the sort of suggestion I’d come to expect from him, as he had spent the majority of my then 22-year-old life prompting me toward a more…
Almost everyone in Puerto Escondido falls into one of three categories. First, you have the locals–a hearty laughing, generous, only occasionally overly-Catholic people. Then you have the middle aged white people (most commonly Canadian, American, or German in that order) who have come to collect tropical-themed shirts and wide-brimmed hats. Finally, there are the hippies.…
It was an accident, discovering how to attract a vulture within photogenic distance. I had been stretched out on the beach for some hours, alternating between reading and leaping into the ocean whenever my skin began to simmer underneath the delightfully murderous heat of the midday sun. At the moment this particular stretch of beach…
As we left the party—which was at a weird outdoor spot called la Piedra—Cortez speculated as to whether it was safe for us to separate and walk home alone as the unpaid pimp could be lurking anywhere. I was of the opinion that they had moved on to other, more profitable targets. “But hell,” I…
I was forced to leave a lot of stuff behind to make room in my bag for all the mezcal, which after much tasting and little prodding I realized I must bring to share with my people of the north, far as they were near the hinterland of Canada. Specifically, a passionfruit infused blend that…
When all is said and done, there are really only a handful of reasons anyone foreign ends up in Puerto Escondido for any sizable amount of time—to surf, to buy property and prepare for the Tourist Boom the coming of which we all recognize and fear, and to hide. The landgrabbers are largely focusing their…
It’s time to discuss Crime and Fear in Mexico. Mexico has a rather notorious reputation. Leaving aside the degenerately racist comments once uttered by our then-reality television personality, now-reality television president, many assume that it is violent and dangerous and that one must be on their toes at all times lest you be conned and…
One thing that is not imaginary are the packs of wild dogs that roam Puerto Escondido. As far as strays go, they tend to be an amicable bunch of curs. I’ve visited less hospitable places that are more prone to savagery—like Denver—where there are signs warning that wild dogs are to be avoided and even…