On November 25, 2016, a man died. And a city celebrated. Not because he lived, but because he was gone. Miami erupted and cheered the news of the death of Fidel Castro. A celebration lasting throughout the early hours and the next day roared in Little Havana. And I was in the middle of it, taking photos, trying to understand what everyone was feeling.
So, you want to be a pirate, huh? Well, so do we, only without the sea biscuits and a pissed-off Kraken trying to eat our ship. Who are we? Great question! Well, we’re a lifestyle medium geared (roughly) towards those between 45 and 65 who want to master the second half of their lives. You […]
I needed a hobby. I knew that I was going to continue traveling extensively, but I still wanted something personal. Something creative. Something portable that wouldn’t interfere with the wandering. So I started searching. Way back in the day, I was deeply into motorcycles. I had a garage all set up with a lift, organized […]
On November 25, 2016, a man died. And Miami rejoiced. We awoke that day with a destination. Calle Ocho, which is the epicenter of Little Cuba. For Fidel Castro was dead, and the city was congregating there to celebrate. And I didn’t know how to respond. The event was quite different for Nikki and I. She […]