Let your wanderlust percolate.
I have a ritual whenever I land in a new city. I pick the most famous local dishes, Google the best places to find each one, and then plot them on a map. I note down the walking times between each dish and chart the most efficient route between the dots.
Fluorescent lights hummed on the edge of hearing. I watched out of the corner of my eye as a thin bead of drool ran slowly down a sleeping woman’s chin.
Everyone knows you don’t make friends with salad. But everyone also knows rules were made to be broken.
“Oh you’re going to India? I would love to go to India but I’m too scared because [insert all manner of fears].” If I had a burrito for every time someone said a variation of that line to me when I told them I was going to India, I estimate I would have about 50 burritos (and some serious heartburn).
Peruvian chef Alejandro Saravia arrived in Australia on New Year’s Eve 2006 with nothing but a suitcase and a dream (and probably a few other things).