Travel Writings
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How To Run A 10K If You’re Broke And Bad At Sports
I am currently lying in bed, wondering whether I will ever use my legs again, and eating Spanish cheese poofs shaped like “futebolas” (i.e. soccer balls). This is because, (cue music) ‘it’s the eye of the tiger’/’we are the champions’/’na-na-naaaaa’, Rocky Balboa moment. In other, less confusing and non-song lyric
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The Amazing and Cheap Insanity of the Barcelona Flea Market
As a kid, growing up in Italy, I used to often read the Babysitter’s Club series, along with similar kids’ books about everything American, such as tree houses and baseball and shopping malls. I remember being particularly stuck on the concept of garage sales. My mind was boggled by the
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How to Cheaply and Easily Make Your Own Bread
It is my ultimate destiny to bake bread: I am too broke to buy it every day, and bread is delicious. It is only a natural progression. Unfortunately, said natural progression didn’t happen so naturally. Initially, I wanted to blame most of my inability at baking bread (actually, all of it)
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You Can Never Go Home Again: San Francisco in 2015
The Infamous Arrow Bar (Image taken from Yelp) I lived in San Francisco back when I used to puke a lot. And pee in alleys. Be it, cuz I was drunk, or high – my glory days – I would find myself in front of the Arrow Bar with some
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Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal, Part 10, Dusty Tongue in Northwest Argentina
Exterior of El Salteno As I said in a previous South American dispatch, things get looser, more flavorsome, and less racially homogenous in Argentina the further you penetrate the Northwestern region of the country. Also, dustier. I hopped off the bus in the tiny, quaint town of Tilcara, and had
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Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal Part 9, Guts and Glory in Salta, Argentina
The Argentinian food scene, which I had found fairly monotonous heretofore, is improved markedly the closer your proximity to Bolivia and Peru. The most remarkable city of that region is Salta, a frenetic, dirty pearl dropped into the psychedelic northwestern desert. The eyes are more native brown than European hazel
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Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal Part 6, Arequipa’s Frontlawn Restaurant
Clockwise from left: heart, corn, rocoto The flower of Peru’s glory is at its highest peak of florid magnificence when the traveler steps outside the bounds of urban settlements. This can be difficult at times; the central yolk of most Peruvian cities is broken here and there and allowed to
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Dispatches From The Road, México: Taco Tripping
Ay, los tacos. Is there really any more perfect food? Compact, convenient, little envelopes of heaven. And, now, apparently an essential part of a well rounded diet. México, for the taco, the world is forever in your debt. And whereas they are what hamburgers are to Americans across the country