High in the Mountains, High on the Beaches: Jamaica

High in the Mountains, High on the Beaches: Jamaica

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…

Kutna Hora: Silver and Bones

Kutna Hora: Silver and Bones

“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…

Hysterique de O’Hare

Hysterique de O’Hare

I don’t know how I feel about airports.  This is strange for me to admit because I am the type of person to have strong feelings about most everything in my life, including completely inconsequential things.    On one hand, I love airports – the hustle,…

Sunbathing in the Murder Capital

Sunbathing in the Murder Capital

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…