Running away from the loud, drunken crowds barging around in the streets, loud firecrackers, strange scarecrows being set on fire, I almost ran to the beach tripping over rocks and branches in the dark. It got darker and darker till it was pitch on the shore. This beach is so secret, only the locals next

Riding the bus into my new neighborhood 2 weeks ago. The mega metropolis on this island — Moyogalpa! (view the video on Facebook) The roads are paved here. The vibe around Concepcion (the fire volcano) is totally different. I love this neck of the woods! I LOVE walking these streets!!!! I love my new home,

So yesterday upon arriving I put all my stuff in a locker, went out to buy a keychain that attaches to me at all times due to a premonition, and promptly lost the key before I could attach the two. There is no spare of course. I’m beginning to twig there’s a theme here… it

This morning I woke up in Cristiano’s loft, packed my stuff again after a lovely week there, still stuffed from the handmade French crepe made by tres sexie “no, is not a pancake! Is a crepe.” Arturo last night, and joined my El Zopilote friends for a last game of cards while others peeled fresh