Adventure of the month

I strongly ascribe to the theory that it’s better to be lucky than to be good. I feel I’m a better than average travel planner. No sooner is the possibility of visiting a destination suggested, than I’m going down the deepest of rabbit holes finding out what there is to do, how to get there, how to maximize my time, etc and etc.  I knew I was going to have three days off in Phoenix, AZ, a place I've been many times. Over the years,  I’ve gone inner tubing down the Salt River- and seen wild horses while doing so; I’ve driven the Apache Trail over the Superstition Mountains -past the lesser known city of Miami and seen the most glorious sunset; I’ve visited nearby Sedona- a place I recommend to anyone that even says the word “Arizona” in my vicinity; I’ve even gone to a pool party at Stevie Nick’s house where her mother shared her recipe for a killer seven layer dip- the last one is pure name dropping but also 100% true.  So what's left? One thing I hadn't done was visit th...

In my last post, I wrote about traveling 26+ hours to Australia to see Bad Bunny, only to learn that I had screwed up the dates and was in real danger of missing the show. So the question is: did I make it out of Brisbane and back to Sydney in time? I feel like the fact that these posts aren't titled "Fuck them all in their down under" should be a big clue as to the outcome. Thankfully, the 7am flight went out on time and I, along with a significant portion of Brisbane's Latino population, breathed a massive sigh of relief.  My friend, Diana, was similarly relieved. She had also flown over for the show and was waiting for me in Sydney when I arrived.  After some initial difficulty finding the Will Call booth, we entered Engie Stadium and got our DtMF camera lanyards. Never has a cheap piece of plastic brought me so much joy.  I wasn't the only one ecstatic to be there. It is estimated that 90,000 people attended the show over two nights, the highest number of atte...