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We are not city people. We are drawn to quaint towns, beachside villas, adventurous activities, relaxed vibes. When we go on vacation, we do not go to Rome or Paris or New York City; we go to Playa Gigante in Nicaragua, Baños in Ecuador, or Vik in Iceland.
So naturally,…
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This is where school buses go to….live again? I’d never really considered it before, but what a mundane life a school bus in the states must have. They are all dressed exactly the same, a uniform of yellow and caution, driven delicately by careful people, oppressed by speed limit…
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Puerto Escondido: the “pipeline of Mexico”, the famous surfing spot, the miserable anchorage, the false refuge from broken engines and broken forestays and broken spirits. On our passage to Huatulco, we passed the town 3 times, tormented by its proximity and erroneous sanctuary. Apparently we were determined to set…
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Warning for you vegans out there — it doesn’t end well for the pig…
A few weekends ago… we threw ourselves a farewell party. But not the typical grill-chicken-on-the-dock farewell party. No no, we went to the woods and cooked a pig.
Our good friends Christy and Jason recently shifted from 8 years living and…
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