travels
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Sharp Sardinian
If the nuraghi, sa petza ‘e cuaddu, or white sand calas don’t satiate your thirst for authenticity, find a traditional resòlza maker. The Supramonte villages will direct you, and, if you’re lucky, you’ll find Vico in the hills near Baunei. In a gravel driveway off the main road, surrounded by unassuming junk, you’ll find the entrance…
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On Traveling
The first below-freezing day in Minnesota hit me hard this year. So hard that I went to my garage and started up my bike, threw my bag on, and fantasized that I was going to ride her out west. Unfortunately, it was just too cold and there was not enough time. Fortunately, I already had…
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La Gallera | The Cockpit
Though dim, the fluorescent lighting stings my eyes after I enter in from the twilight outside. My camera is already in my hand, aperture and shutter speed set, as I give a smiling nod to the staring faces of the family frying chickens, while I walk towards the back of the building. My intent is…
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I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba. Part 3
Nothing is real but the soul. Yes, it has taken me four weeks to write this final piece, and for good reason. Just like my trip, I didn’t want this reflection to end. While la Habana had been constantly confusing and surprising, and my gut was suffering from a tumultuous relationship with food destined to…
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I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba: Part 1
A mindfuck. It’s been exactly two months since I left the island – a perpetually smoldering cigar, surrounded by tepid waters and demagogic winds attempting to stifle it, whose thick tobacco just will not cease to choke its smoker. I think it’s about time I reflect. A month spent in the Caribbean melting pot, mostly…