It’s evening in Oaxaca City and the warm night air is pouring in through the open doors of the mezcal bar. Music is playing-an old Spanish favorite, Cielito Lindo—floats from the corner where a lone guitarist stands singing. I am surrounded by my fellow travelers; an unlikely, slapstick gang of bloggers and writers who, up… [Read More]
Local Eats with Parrilla Tour Buenos Aires
There’s a lovely Italian proverb that goes parla come mangi or speak the way you eat. I love this saying because as a writer, I often get choked up on my words and can over think what I’m writing rather than letting it flow. As I sit here trying to find the words to describe the Buenos… [Read More]
