The one about the smack down at the hand of a great-grandmother wrapped in brightly colored clothes.
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Stealing Canes From the Blind – a Quito Vignette
People in Quito cross themselves. A lot. And not only when I was passing by.
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Yelling obscenities at the top your lungs may help. No guarantees, but it worked for me.
Continue readingA 72-Hour Bout With Cholera
I’ve read Love in the Time of Cholera twice. It’s among my favorite books. The first time was in the early winter of 1992, when I lived in a small one-room cabin in the woods near Athens, Ohio. At the time I was preparing for a road trip three friends and I were about to… Continue reading
A Moroccan Pharmacy
That’s how my host Amine described the small herb and spice shop we stopped by earlier this evening, located a short three minute walk from the mild madness of Marrakech’s central Jemaa el Fnaa square.
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