Alarm. Coffee and stretching in the dark. Routine celebration. A surfboard and a sunrise drive. High tide and heavy beach break on the north coast. “Choose wisely” is the mantra I mind, rolling with the swell.
This is as suitable a guide for democracy as sizable surf, and today I am...
Back in Peru, and once again the teachers are marching in the streets, demanding a living wage and a little respect from yet another government prone to empty promises and self-enrichment. It was the same here four years ago, and there is little to suggest that the maestros’ lot has improved an iota...