airport

Never. Stop. Learning.

July 21, 2010

I’m currently in the Atlanta airport, en route to Puerto Rico. This is the third annual trip I’ve made to the island, to attend La Fiesta de Santiago Apostol in the town of Loiza, and to learn more about the traditional percussion rhythms of Bomba and Plena. Before I get to the point of this [...]

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No Fumar, por favor

January 14, 2010

We’re finally moving. Here I sit, wedged quite uncomfortably between an elderly man (who reeks of the half-smoked cigar sticking out of his shirt pocket) and an even smellier retired church pastor. The former speaks no English; the latter is clearly excited to have this opportunity to practice his. Our wheels are just about to [...]

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