But in the past year, a whispering prod from somewhere deep and honest has been asking me to take stock of who I really am and what I really want from—you know—life. While infatuation can rumble in like a like an elephant in steel boots playing Dance Dance Revolution, romance has a much coyer way…
“When my hangover relents and the speedo-wearing octogenarian disembarks the bus, my awareness extends beyond my own mind.”Travel Nicaragua: 19 Hour Hungover Bus Ride There Dan, my roommate in Guatemala, rouses me just after midnight. He is going to bed, and in a few minutes, my taxi will arrive and whisk me to Guatemala City…
Travel is a mentality. 19 hours in an overnight bus begins as they tend to in Central America,my 11:30pm bus out of Guatemala City is cancelled and my departure time is moved to 4am. There are unforeseen delays, inexplicable and at no point, not even at a change of bus in El Salvador, am I given a physical…
