Time stops. You can’t seem to remember what day it is and you don’t really care anyway. Your mind is shaken clear of deadlines, of meetings, of money and what fills the newly vacant space is an overwhelming appreciation for everything around you and a pointed attention to the detail in those things. Rays of…
Parents meeting boy, a strange melange of accents and ideas, mutual concessions both forced and strangely natural, an exciting but stressful exchange to moderate. We needed a spot that would ease the excess anxiety like bread soaking up a spicy sauce. Fish Market Manantiales was the one. Chill sidewalk terrace alongside a sloping road which leads…
Piriapolis, a first stop in Uruguay on our drive from the Montevideo airport to Punta. Weird little beach-ville with a Niceoise boardwalk, a crumbling yet not THAT old hotel, some houses plucked out of Frankfurt. Beautiful blue water, soft white sand, towering hill in the backdrop and that painfully green, cattle-spotted Uruguayan countryside behind that.…
That Best Bite 