Because competitive parenting is not a real sport.
One of our friends, back in our career-and-beer 20s, wrote news for a local Boston TV station. We would tease her about the station's feature exposes, each a variation on, “What you don’t know about peanut butter could kill you.” We’d sit around in various bars and put on our smarmiest TV announcer voice, filling in... Continue Reading →
This morning, as I brushed my teeth (water-free since the tap water isn’t safe) in the house where we are staying in rural Peru, I watched the neighbor plow his backyard with a pair of oxen. This sounds like a romantic view -- and four months ago it would have been -- but it prompted... Continue Reading →
The Inca Trail is not for wimps. Forty-four kilometers long -- that’s a marathon -- it begins at 8650 feet, climbs over two 13,000-foot-plus passes and arrives four days later in Machu Picchu. And those Incas didn’t do switchbacks. No, those bad-ass mo-fos saw a cliff face and said, “You know what sounds fun? Let’s build... Continue Reading →
In Cusco, the entire month of June is apparently a festival. There have been parades in the Plaza de Armas in the city center every day (so far), each day featuring brightly costumed dancers of various ages. Here are the littlest ones on parade, because, well, we couldn't help ourselves: And the youth: Because... Continue Reading →
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