San Diego; the forbidden isle; Tryon, NC; Spartanburg; New Orleans; Puerto Rico; Colombia; Guantanamo (?!)
Favorite places I've been:
Every place I've ever been, but the top of the list: La Habana, Cuba; Sintra, Portugal; Fuzhou, China.
Places I want to go to:
Australia with my mom; Venezuela to check in on Chavez; China, to visit old friends; the house of Pablo Neruda...Suriname, Uruguay, Paraguay, the Uighur region of China. Everywhere, really.
About me:
I live back and forth between New York, NY, and Mexico City, and, until recently, Old San Juan, Puerto Rico, which was a constantly fascinating contrast in internal reactions and external realities: blue skies vs. cold winters; freedom to be almost anything vs. colonialism internalized; 24/7 culture vs. globalization American style; fire escapes vs. windows with no glass and no screens.
Thanks for the blog comment. I really wanted to convey developing-world travel to casual readers and travelers, which many Sunday Morning paper readers are. I'm new to the site, but I look forward to checking out other travelers' blogs and photos. It looks like you've been to some amazing places. I love DF. I hope you're enjoyig it.
Thanks for that Julie. I'm glad to see that the "seedier" parts are improving. I passed it along to my parents, who think I'm crazy for going to Ecuador.
Wow, that's pretty interesting stuff. I didn't even know about that. Thanks for the heads up. I'm definitely going to have to look out for that when I get down there. Maybe I'll even get to write about it if I find out enough.
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forlorn corner, pointing...
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