Entries Tagged as 'Travel'

Still Traveling, Still Puzzling

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I am sitting in my house, having just finished a bowl of Joe's Os with raisins, drinking French press of Victrola's Guatemalan Huehuetenango. Funny that, how you can leave the country for half a year, travel all over, and then still find it acceptable to eat the same breakfast as you always did. I am [...]


Right Back Where We Started From

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The Los Angeles freeways felt disturbingly like home. I was coming down the Grapevine, driving 85 MPH just like everyone else, and there was the 55 MPH speed limit sign: I laughed at it and eased off the accelerator a bit. And then I saw the signs for Magic Mountain and there were the 20 [...]


Notes on Portland

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I write now from It's A Grind, in San Francisco. Claire, Whit and I arrived yesterday afternoon, after a surprisingly painless 10-hour drive from Portland. This is what I look like RIGHT NOW. We stayed in Portland at Claire's parents house; George and Hansine were most gracious hosts, as always. Our time was spent seeing [...]


Still Traveling, Still Crazy, Still Nothing and All

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How will I stop wandering, and when? Seattle lasted me a good three and a half weeks before I felt that pull again, before I picked up and went elsewhere. It's not you, Seattle, it's me... You see, I have a lovely little Civic at my disposal; I am reunited with Sparkle Motion. Of course [...]


Creeping in Montañita

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"Wait, what?" I was surprised to be caught so off-guard. Eric and I were sitting at Eugenio's drink stand on Cocktail Alley in Montañita, Ecuador. Every night this lane running to the beach would get busy, young folk stationing themselves in plastic chairs at carts filled with fruit, copious limes, and bottles of every conceivable [...]


End of the Line

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Traveling Wilburys - End Of The Line Well it's alright, riding around in the breeze. Well it's alright, if you live the life you please. Well it's alright, even if the sun don't shine. Well it's alright, we're going to the end of the line.


Forward and Back from My Final Week

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This post tonight is sponsored by my dear, sweet blood: the Montañita mosquitoes are small and light and nearly invisible. They love my feet, and WiFi is only available out in the main courtyard here. Devastating. Eric arrived one day late, on Friday; his bags have still not arrived. Midday before his arrival, I was [...]