Hanky Panky
The address they give me isn’t the same as what shows up on a Google search. I arrive at a shabby Mexican joint. Brightly lit, there’s only a small bar-counter, a […]
The address they give me isn’t the same as what shows up on a Google search. I arrive at a shabby Mexican joint. Brightly lit, there’s only a small bar-counter, a […]
In 2016 I rang the buzzer marked “Harry Craddock.” When someone finally answered the door, I was turned away without a reservation. This year, I take precautions. The only reservation […]
M: I wake completely enchanted and ready for another adventure. Despite the absence of my preferred American conveniences (unfettered access to tap water, vegetables), Cuba is gorgeous. Caribbean air is […]
M: The men ask the table next to us about Hemmingway’s mojito spot and invite us along. Porque no? We join them, exiting Floridita like a jolly crew of newfound […]
M: We cue for churros as two girls from Ontario speak to us in English. “Where are you from?” they ask. “New York.” “You got here with your American passports?” […]
M: “Hi,” two very tall men emerge from a building that looks bustling, modern. “You were on our plane.” Some casual chit chat lets us know their trip is the same […]
M: Our AirBnb host greets us, “Español?” “No,” Lizzie says. The woman turns to me, “Español?” “No,” I say. She groans. “Un poquito, per mi Español es muy mal,” I […]