Two Suitcases, Two Crying Kids and Two Hundred Dollars.
I’ve passed through Istanbul Ataturk Airport eight times since early February, so was stung even more than usual when learning about yesterday’s bombing attacks that killed at least 42 people and injured more than 230 others.
An inspired gray day rant.
An Easter Sunday first: transvestite prostitutes recognize me on the street. My Quito ‘moment’ had finally arrived.
QUITO – People here cross themselves. A lot. And not only when I’m passing by.
If you want to escape the frenzy of Quito’s typically busy historical center, go there for a stroll late on a Sunday afternoon when it’s pleasantly dead. Like it was a few days ago.
Suggestion #1: Dump your expectations and stereotypes in the non-recyclables bin before passing through security, and don't look back.
On the smack down by the hand of a great-grandmother wrapped in brightly colored clothes.
Part memoir, part guide, an introduction to Slovenia's 2,000-year-old Adriatic diamond in the rough.
It really is a lot of fun telling people that. Until the conversation shifts towards a detailed description of sample collection.