Caye Caulker, Belize
Everything here-from the starfish, the mangroves, even the island’s shape-makes me thing of limbs: fingers, toes, legs, arms, branches, roots, etc. And I seem to have lost my shoes. Cancún and Isla Mujeres linger only vaguely in my mind; all my attention now surrounds my feet. The thick padded soles of the locals here have [...]
"The Bus Driver and Skeleton Smile" – Walkabout – 2006
You always feel like you have a great deal of unused energy that you haven’t turned to your advantage. Waking up early to catch the #65 lets you read when you would otherwise be driving. You assure skeptical others that it’s the only time of day when you feel like royalty, being driven by someone [...]
