The Lowdown for Landing a Latin Lover

The first time I met a guy from South America, I was almost instantaneously in love. Though his English was poor, he knew the important words to get to a…

Adjusting my ‘friendly-o-meter’

I like to think of myself as being a pretty friendly person — that is to say that I’m approachable, chatty and generally pleasant to friends and strangers alike. While…

Bars Abroad

The room is dim and smoky, and a waitress weaves through the packed tables with bottles and glasses balanced precariously on a tray. Music is playing – it could be…

Strangers in a Strange Land

It seems to be a universally acknowledged truth that young women traveling alone are always, in some way, in need of assistance. Of course this is based solely on my…

Nails, Part II

I am in Haiti for the third time. Unlike the first two times, when I traveled here for work, this time I am here for pleasure. Though it’s possibly a…

Begging for the Truth

A young boy with a noticeable skin condition sells boxes of tissues to drivers as they pull up at the traffic lights. He wears a large cap with the peak…

The Raging Bulls of Seville

  There are lots of things that I love about Spain, and although I tend to dodge the coastal resorts that attract British holidaymakers in their Union Jack waving droves,…