It was spring, which in Texas means at least 90 degrees Fahrenheit, and I was on my way from San Marcos to Houston, driving a gas-guzzling Jeep and talking on my cell phone. … Continue reading
Napoli is a rough city. It’s missing toilet seats, sort of like Southern Mexico and Greece, and there is a garbage strike, which has been in effect for either two months or four… Continue reading
Italy, I’ve found, is a land of qualifiers and “but”s. Things are usually one way, unless they are the other way. The rental car was quoted online at 70 Euros, but after fees… Continue reading
The shame about Napoli is that the buildings have beautiful facades — we walked by the House of the Nile, for instance, with a door knocker fashioned as a sphinx and ornamentation of… Continue reading
You may know, I jumped on a plane without any prep work, and ended up in Florence. I’d been working, working, working, and had paused only long enough to fret about and finally… Continue reading
Traveling for work usually ends in aches, pains, and a mildly sleepless night, thanks to strange surroundings, cable television, or the air conditioner, which clicks on and off incessantly in order to keep… Continue reading
At Tantra Coffeehouse in San Marcos, a boy in a fedora served me yerba mate in my own cup. For five minutes, I felt at home. Which is a lot, in Texas.
I would like to capture the color of the moment. The sartorial tweed, a herringbone overlay, and dash of red, or purple, or daffodil, peaking from under a short Italian pant. At dinner,… Continue reading
I remember leaning against the lobster case, heart racing, and muttering to Stephanie, “God, I think I need a cigarette.” The seafood guy, Joseph, had after all begun to make this simple task… Continue reading
In my office there is, of course, a vehement hatred of the McCain-Palin ticket, and yet we spend the majority of our speaking hours talking about her. She is invading our mindspace to… Continue reading
We get in the car today, like we seem to be doing every other hour around here, already 20 minutes late in leaving. We’ve now got ten minutes left to drive the half… Continue reading
This may mean something more romantic and exciting in English than in Spanish. At least, the way I’ve decided to translate it. In Spanish, you might just consider it an ethnic slur. Were… Continue reading
