Irish Fanta is fine but it’s more than a bit of a letdown once you’ve had Club Orange. … More On Irish Fanta
I really believe that Club Orange from Ireland is the best widely available orange soda on the planet. The source of its divine deliciousness isn’t much of a mystery: it’s 11% orange fruit from concentrate. And it has real orange bits! … More On Club Orange
Wednesday, June 1, 2016: Loíza and El Yunque, Puerto Rico
I slipped a fell twice in the rainforest on Wednesday and shattered my phone, but those literal and figurative blows were softened by the fact that I was in a rainforest for the first time. El Yunque is a beautiful National Forest in northeast Puerto Rico, replete with gushing waterfalls, swimmable pools, excellent hiking, a few crowds, and even a zipline park, all of which I had the opportunity to see. … More Skating on Dayton Rims
Tuesday, May 31, 2016: Loíza, Río Grande, and Fajardo, Puerto Rico
I started my first full day in Puerto Rico having coffee with a nice elderly couple on their porch, and finished it eating mofongo for the first time and kayaking through a bioluminescent bay. … More I Have Coffee
Monday, May 30, 2016: Loíza, Puerto Rico
After a weekend cheering on fast cars at the Indy 500, I flew to Puerto Rico to cheer on the Pittsburgh Pirates. The games were cancelled, which freed up extra time to explore the island. I didn’t do much the first day: My friends picked me up at the airport, we bought groceries at Walmart and ate Burger King, and we watched the Penguins and Pirates on someone’s laptop. … More Dona Rellena de Queso
Sunday, April 18, 2016: Casablanca, Morocco and Paris, France
3:00am – I wake up at an AirBnb apartment on a quiet street in Casablanca. All streets in Casablanca are quiet at 3:00am.
3:10am – I exit the shower. It is not as cleansing as a hammam shower and I am out of shampoo.
3:25am – My friends and I knock on the AirBnb host’s door, which is next door, as arranged. … More Who’s Paul?
Wednesday, April 6 and Thursday, April 7, 2016: Málaga, Spain
Málaga is a popular tourist destination on Spain’s Costa del Sol that has a fairly built up downtown right by the beach, ruins inside and outside the city, and a claim to fame as the birthplace of Picasso. It’s also well-situated for catching a bus to Tarifa, from which major ferries leave for Morocco and which does not itself have a major airport. I came to Málaga for transportation reasons, and after a relentlessly paced few days in Amsterdam, Stockholm, and Copenhagen, I needed little convincing from the Argentine engineer sharing my dorm room to spend the day lounging on the beach and watching the sunset from a ruined castle. As a result, the below outline is primarily a review of what I was told I definitely should have done if I wasn’t in such a rush to get out of there, interspersed with a few things I did have the opportunity to see and do for which I can vouch. … More El Atardecer en Málaga