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
Wynwood Brewing beckoned us to the Wynwood area of Miami a few years back. As we walked away from the brewery towards a restaurant, we were surrounded by abnormal amount of unexpected color. Wynwood, a once worn-out warehouse district, has been coated with creativity. The large, bare walls and doors of warehouses have been resuscitated … More The Wynwood Arts District
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
I learned to wake surf last summer, which seemed no small feat for someone with ground-only sports success and irrational fear of deep water. But I loved it, and my surf enthusiasm somehow spilled over to my reading list when I purchased Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life by William Finnegan. Of course, it pertains to surfing in the … More Tourist Hours: A Few Surfing Moments
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
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?
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