Cereal on El Chepe
Unlike having my hair wind-tousled, riding El Chepe (the last passenger train in Mexico) through the Copper Canyon was absolutely the stuff
Hosteltality // Spring Break Pt. 2
Our hostel, La Casa de Paco, turned out to be a fantastic find. Paco and his wife Elena run the family operation, and Elena had just recentl
Stopping to Savor // Spring Break Pt. I
The exquisite meal invited such attention that other things kind of fell into the background. Savoring demanded attention more than time did
Things Forgotten
In elementary school, I was the kind of kid that would open a new textbook and flip all the way to the end. I wanted to start off the...
The Table in the Room
In the times that I have travelled and moved, I have come to appreciate how many little things change from one place to the next. Of...
When Minimalism Isn't Enough
"I have one bowl." — Ron Swanson I have been very attracted to the idea of minimalism for a while now: the whole, live in a tiny house,...
All the Ways Home
I have always loved Thanksgiving. When I was a kid living in Mexico, I'd write a Thanksgiving day play to be performed in front of the...
Magic Towns, Enchanted Moments
"Beauty stirs us from our habitual forgetfulness of the wonder of being" — My notes from David Bentley Hart's speech, "Beauty, the First...
Luz, Color, y AlegrÃa
When I was six and living in Rome, I was in love with the cheap, light up, flying toys that filled the plazas at night. Vendors would...
Love and Hospitality
My great-grandmother was a lovely woman. She had a warm but distinguished Louisianan accent, and even at age 90, she had incredibly long,...
