Favorite (Obnoxious) Travel Memories, Part I

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

Last April, we sailed the Caribbean in a vessel we affectionately called the “Winnebago of the Sea.” This boat plowed so slowly through the water we were passed by a crew of shrimp. As you may know, shrimp travel at a speed that might best be termed “moving backward.” While putt-putting back to Antigua from, [...]

I Have Four Noteworthy Scars

Saturday, November 18th, 2006

Smack in the middle of my forehead is a white crescent moon, courtesy of a door handle in Jamaica. We weren’t supposed to be in Jamaica for more than an hour, but apparently an hour isn’t time enough to make it through the labyrinth that calls itself a customs line. Why you need to go [...]

I’ve Already Ordered the Earmuffs

Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006

One of my favorite moments in Antigua was on the last day of our trip. We were staggering back from the beach (why spend two whole hours sober, when there’s a bar right there on the sand?), when we heard a ferret being gutted by a rusty saw. We looked to our left, the direction [...]

Only Thing I’ll Be Making Is Ice for the Margaritas

Friday, April 7th, 2006

I am abandoning you, my fellow food lovers, in order to lie slothfully here: Despair not, much food will be eaten and I have a camera and computer. Rumor has it that we will be on a boat with someone who owns fancy knives. I assume she knows what to do with them. Perhaps I [...]