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Knowing where one’s towel is
I didn’t pack a travel towel, or any towel. There’s at least one other essential I neglected to pack, but that was unintentional. With the towel, though, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even seen it, or where, and it wasn’t worth investing the time it would take to track it down… only to…
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Rumpled
The crumpled notes and faded receipts taking up space instead of actual cash in my wallet, which were intended to remind me of errands and nagging acts of commerce that ought to be transacted before I skip town for the next couple of months, are unceremoniously discarded into a wastebasket under the washbasin along with…
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Cambio!
The Spanish guy at Tzunun’ Ya’ Hostel, who had just totaled his third phone in just over a month, decided to cook all the backpackers staying there that night a large dinner of loaded nachos and vegetable risotto; chicken and beef sell out by early in the morning and there’s no reliable refrigeration to make…