There were three things I knew about Jamaica before our trip there: Bob Marley, legalized weed, and beautiful beaches. I was wrong about one out of three. No, this is not a post unraveling a giant conspiracy theory that Bob Marley was actually a Puerto…
“Cut! Stop! There is a person on set”. I raise my head and see a strange commotion among actors in medieval dresses and someone running towards me waving their hands and desperately pointing to a sidewalk. “Oh, shit”. Walking in quiet contemplation and studying the…
Acapulco. What a fantastic name for a city! The first time I heard of Acapulco was as a kid from a cheesy 1990s Russian pop song. And although I could not quite place Acapulco on the map and did not even know that the city…
If Victor was a country, he would be Japan. He has deep respect for traditions, always courteously queues up in line, and can often be found working 16-hour days. I am China. I chew my food loudly, sing out of tune in a middle of…
