I’m at The Broken Spoke, an espresso-slash-bicycle shop. It reminds me of Deus Cafe in Venice, California, only Deus has pricey cafe racers and low quality coffee. The BS has affordable pedal bikes and rich, delish espresso. As a California-converted coffee snob, I now drive across town (seven minutes) for the best stuff: thick as […]
The Turkish (d)Rug Dealer.
Boracay Beach, Philippines Blog Seven. I’m walking along the Strip one day, and a man just sort of appears beside me. It happens so naturally that I’m not caught off-guard, and the next thing you know we’ve walked several beach blocks together. He tells me he’s a rug dealer but, with his accent, it sounds […]
Silver Lining Syndrome and The Art of Acceptance OR Hiking with Strange Men
So I’m thinking to myself, “Is this guy a serial killer?” as we travel along the Pacific Coast Highway presumably to a remote (in my mind) hiking destination, me and this man who I just met. Did I mention I’m in the passenger seat of an older van with no windows, no back seats, padded […]