Bao?

What’s a restaurant where you can’t bring your dog? Just a regular restaurant, I guess. But a restaurant where you CAN bring your dog? That’s definitely better. Bao are, very roughly speaking, the Chinese version of pasties: While pasties have crust, bao have fluffy, airy, white bread that has been steamed, not baked. Each heavenly…

Cuba and Miami: Reflecting on Hurricanes

This April, Ivo and I celebrated our 5-year anniversary. We did a whirlwind tour of Cuba and stayed in Miami for a week afterwards. Then hurricanes followed on our heels. Soon I’ll post vacation blogs about Cuba, maybe cheesy photos of us being nostalgic for our home in Miami Beach. But the hurricane images in my…

What Does It Mean To Kneel?

I watched football once. Well, maybe four or five times, accidentally, since sometimes the TV was in front of the snack table. Basically, I don’t know much about football. But I do know a little about symbolism. ‘to kneel’ Oxford English Dictionary: [To] be in or assume a position in which the body is supported by…

Pachamanca in Mala

Driving the hour to Mala is always worth all 60 minutes of our fluffy dog-child squirming on my lap. But back when you still needed a jacket to stand outside, Michael and Silvia and a slightly smaller Bastian invited us for something extra special. We were going to do a “pachamanca.” Pachamanca is what I’d roughly…

Barranco’s Sunday Festival

From about 9 am to 3 pm in the summer, literally across the street from our apartment, a local market magically appears every Sunday. Having the Feria Ecológica de Barranco next door is like being walking distance from a miniature Findlay Market (as a metaphor for my friends from Kentucky). The food is organic, fresh, often…

Facing Theocracy

One morning when I was 23 years old, my mother did not wake up. I got the phone call several hours after the fact: It was an undetectable heart condition. It had no symptoms. She went to bed the night before, and a few hours before the sun rose, her heart stopped. Sudden loss amidst…