When you live on the road, material considerations tend to take a backseat to experience. Why spend money on yet another goddamn gadget that you know you’ll just tire of and abandon in Lisbon or wherever? That money could have gone to airfare. The space in your bag freed for something you’d actually use. Or…
You’re a Constant Traveler. A Digital Nomad. A Wayfaring Stranger. However you prefer to put it, it means the same thing – you live a life on the road. But you’re also a Fitness Freak. So how do you achieve a consistent degree of travel fitness? It’s easier said than done. Maintaining a cohesive fitness…
When you have a dedicated fitness regimen rolling along unobstructed, nothing can seem more disruptive than suddenly having to break routine for travel. Not only does it mean missing a workout or maybe even several, but travel often involves a lot of sitting and eating garbage road-food. I certainly understand how that goes. Up until…
A hot and fast three day pass through Mexico City—time to fire off a first impression that will have to suffice until I get a moment to sit down and do it justice. Mexico City is my kind of madness. It’s the human condition on steroids. It’s full Hieronymus Bosch—a real Garden of Earthly delights.…
When my friend and I went to Paris, we didn’t intend to leave the country on the eve of the election. We’d purchased our tickets based on cost, not date. But when we realized that we would be missing our nation’s democratic Super Bowl, we were somewhat relieved. We knew what was going to happen…
When you travel all the time — and I mean with unending consistency, moving every month or week or day for months and even years on end – your head spins. It spins the most when you wake up in the middle of the night or too early in the morning, when you’re in the…
When you’re traveling and you meet someone and speak to them for more than a few words, they almost inevitably ask you when you’re heading home, the unspoken understanding that “heading home” is a phrase burdened with luggage like work, cleaning house, and all the other mendacities of day to day living. The assumption being…
Though my initially tired, hungry impression urged otherwise (I tend to be somewhat grouchy by the time I come out the other end of twenty-four hours of airplanes and airports), my home for the next month – the Aloe Cabañas – has turned out to be a charming place. I don’t quite have the layout…
I went with a late model Audi A4. The man at the rental agency seemed surprised at my selection, that I would choose the manual Audi over the automatic and perhaps more luxurious Mercedes, but I did so for two reasons. First, because I had written a number of Audi advertisements but had never actually…
Spain is a less structured, come-what-may place, and that is reflected in the Spanish method of driving. Yes, there are lines on the road delineating lanes and, yes, there are speed limits. But these are suggestions more than anything. For the most part, you point your car, hit the gas, and go. Your only goal…