Food, Fizz and Falling Water: Asheville, Part Dos

I’ve recently returned from a two night stay in Asheville, where we took full advantage of this open-minded North Carolina town.  Trip highlights included: Dinner at Curate, a much-celebrated, Spanish-style tapas restaurant.  Our food memories of Spain made this stop a must, and we couldn’t pass up the fantastic jamon, pan con tomate and machego. The … More Food, Fizz and Falling Water: Asheville, Part Dos

The Bigger City

The pedestrians spread across the intersection like a mass of balloons dropped on a tiny gymnasium floor. It was 8:30 a.m. when we stepped out of our Uber in Midtown Manhattan, and we had spent our first, post-LaGuardia hour creeping through the a.m. rush. But, really, how else should you interject yourself into a truly … More The Bigger City

Sound (of) Waves

We’re home.  My house is eerily silent when compared to our Sayulita villa.  The beach below was relentlessly besieged by Pacific swell, and the sound waves barreled upwards across the amphitheater-shaped hill through our bedroom windows: the ocean’s audio fireworks.  I think I felt them, too. In between the booms, our ceiling geckos chirped warnings to their … More Sound (of) Waves

Destination: Sayulita?

It hasn’t rained in Sayulita since last October 8.  The often-steep dirt roads leading to our villa are covered in sandy powder that also coats the dense vegetation bordering the road.  Water for gardening, showering, washing, all arrives where I sit and to many other places via a truck delivery, and potable water arrives separately by … More Destination: Sayulita?

Silent Beaches

There’s a beach we visit to listen to the buckets of dropping saltwater, our breeze-dulled murmurs, and grainy, muted footsteps.  Our closest neighbor probably wouldn’t hear us yell, and our phones are barely functional. It is perfect. There are other beaches we’ve visited, too. The ones wholly responsible for building a resort city, with a boardwalk … More Silent Beaches