A Kenyan writer moves to Colombia and struggles to learn Spanish
An airport that lets you enter the United States before you geographically enter the United States.
For a split second I had constructed a little narrative that Paul Manafort was here, trying to rebuild his life working in hospitality in eastern China.
The span of America between DC and New York is so strange to me and I can’t figure out how to articulate the feeling.
It feels like a developer aimed to fit maybe just one more Holiday Inn amongst a row of already cramped budget hotels for a stretch of 225 miles.
There are very few forms of entertainment—no theaters or playhouses like I read about in other countries—and those that exist are not affordable.
It mimics the interior of a Spanish colonial mission church constructed with wood, straw, mud, and forced labor.
or how dry the air is, your throat, your skin.
Day three of my trip to Jackson, Wyoming.
"After lunch I got a coffee at the inferior coffee machine."