Its hot. I need a beer, and fast. Or in this case, two.
“Dos cervezas, por favor” is about all the Spanish I know, despite 3 years of Spanish in high school and a few halfhearted attempts to learn it later in life. So what better place to begin our world travels than Latin America?
Complete inability to communicate with anybody about anything is definitely an opportunity for adventure. Need a bus ticket? Sorry. How about a restroom? No luck. Where are we going to sleep tonight? Hey, do you speak English?!
10:00 pm. Maybe I should go home, its been a long day at the office since I got here at 8 this morning. It’s been a busy few months actually. A trip to Japan, a trip to Korea, a couple days in China, several late night conference calls, and email from the time I rise until the time I go to bed, 7 days a week. I do some of my best problem solving while in the shower and in my restless sleep, and on those 16 hour international flights
Oh jeez! It’s cold out dere. Aboot 40 below fer sure.
It’s official, our first destination on the world tour is no other than scenic Minnesota. That’s a bit crazy, idn’t it? Between the first freeze in September and the thaw in June, it is the brave few that dare enter the middle north of the country. (more…)
Black Friday is nigh, one of the biggest shopping days of the year. Stores, brick and mortar and online both, will have sales that seem too good to be true. A 96″ Television for $99! Thingamajigs, buy one get one free!. The latest and greatest gizmo that will be sold out for the season if you don’t get it TODAY! People get up at the crack of dawn to get a space in line, or in some cases get up at the crack of dawn days in advance.
“This is the last and final call for the flight boarding at Gate 74. Passenger Curry Cracker board immediately, the gate is ready to close. Repeat, this is the last and final call for the flight boarding at Gate 74…”
It’s a tight connection and the first leg arrived late. Sprinting the length of the terminal, we dodge confused parents, leap over lost children, and climb over the mountain of over-sized bags that should have been checked. (more…)
The kitchen is small and quaint. Fresh laid eggs are in a tray on the counter, the chickens that laid them are scratching in the yard just outside the window. The sun is setting, sinking into the ocean. I’m rolling dough on small table while a 90 year old woman looks over my shoulder, adjusting my technique.
