Getting lost in Costa
Rica in a remote village where no one spoke English or probably ever saw a
tourist before.
Taking daily Spanish
lessons from the liquor store proprietor while quaffing Cerveza Imperial.
Sneaking
down to the beach in Cuba for a midnight dalliance with a cute young local and
running smack into armed police.
Waiting
in the car while my Trinidadian host hops a fence to poach limes for my vodka
and tonics.
Receiving
ice cold French fries right out of the fridge at a misguided chip truck
operation in Tobago.
Climbing
a Mayan pyramid externally and then again internally at Chichen Itza. They don’t
allow that anymore.
Watching
the brother score four goals in his first pro lacrosse appearance—at USAir
Arena, Washington D.C.
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