In 2017 two friends and I went to Havana. I liked it a lot. It was very weird. When we went, Cuba had two different currencies–one for foreigners (CUC) and one for locals (CUP). (I’ve read that this has since changed.) The two currencies worked because Cuba is socialist(-ish) so prices and salaries are fixed […]
Category: Travel
Trail of stuff
I hate leaving cars in parking lots overnight. Partly, it just makes me kind of sad to think of the car all alone over one night, or two, or three, in a strange parking lot in a wild place. I also hate the possibility of the car not being there when I get back. There’s […]
Tourist, part 1
The picture: I don’t like looking at it but I made myself look at it to write this post. It’s me and four Mayan girls. The tallest one comes up to my shoulder and the shortest one just barely reaches my hip. They are wearing skirts, sweaters and shawls all in different colors: earthy golds […]
Tall trees and surfing in the PNW
A few years ago, in the months when leaves fall from trees, Bill and I drove to Washington. We stayed in Seattle and then Port Angeles and then one day we drove south, and kind of west, from there. We got to Forks in time for a late lunch and we visited the Sasquatch store. […]
Let’s make a bargain
A long time ago I went to Morocco. We flew to Marrakech which I’d heard was the place to visit in Morocco and anyway there were direct flights from Madrid for thirty dollars. (In hindsight something about that just doesn’t seem right.) Marrakech: a city of lights and smoke, narrow alleys made of cobbled stone, […]
Water bound
I had a dream last night that we visited an archipelago. We traveled from island to island through aqueous passageways. I rowed a boat and you swam alongside me. (When I woke up and remembered this it made me laugh because why wouldn’t we have shared the boat? But in my dream–typical dream–the strange did […]
Tales of a fourteener
For breakfast I have coffee and chocolate-covered almonds because when I’m camping and it’s 90 degrees out I eat whatever I want even if that’s barely anything. Our campsite is right next to the Mount Elbert trailhead. I didn’t pick the spot but when I notice it is right next to the trailhead I figure […]
Leave no trace
What Annie Dillard has to say about how to learn to write: By “ruining [the page], but asserting your freedom and power to act, acknowledging that you ruin everything you touch but touching it nevertheless, because acting is better than being here in mere opacity.” ******* I went to the Utah backcountry last week with […]
Mexico
Every morning a group of boys probably between the ages of nine and thirteen showed up at the beach on a fancy golf cart with off-road wheels. Four or five of them crammed themselves in and held on to the back and held on to their surfboards when they left for the day. I’m pretty […]
Speak Spanish to me
I’ve been listening to a lot of Spanish music lately. Mon La Ferte and Bomba Estereo both came out with new albums this year that are fun and funky and that’s where I started but then I kept going. Back to Julieta Vanegas, Juanes, Manu Chao, Calle 13 and Shakira–the Spanish-singing stars of the aughts. […]
Anne Foster 