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cuppa tea

Not too terribly long ago I was struck with a spate of laziness. I wasn’t too far from home, maybe a 30 minute walk, but I got on the bus anyway. This particular bus (the 505) runs down Santo Domingo, a narrow street with commerce and people and bustle and the...

The smell of a trip

There comes a time after a trip when every reasonable person must unpack their bag, backpack, wheelie suitcase or whathaveyou. I’ve been known to leave a bag lying around the house for a day or two while I contemplate the task. But not this time.As a person with...

live from spda!

Here in the dusty outpost touristy town of San Pedro de Atacama, there are still a lot of street dogs, still alot of somewhat overpriced but high quality woven alpaca scarves and their cheaper and dubiously-alpaca glove brothers at the market next to where the famous...

how to fry an egg

I bet you think you know how to fry an egg. I bet you crack the egg into a bowl with a fork, beat it and beat it, making a funny gravity-defying whorl in the bowl until you dump it into the ready-and-waiting pan, with melted butter. Then you stirra-stirra-stirra until...

Vocabulary, ACHS and doing the Macarena

There have been times when I’ve realized that I know a word in Spanish, without remembering ever having learned it. The word huelga (strike) comes to mind, about which I had this realization standing in a railroad station in northeastern Spain, hoping to catch a...