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Press Trip Lesson #2: El Bano…

It’s our first day out of San Salvador and between the drive down to the coast, the boat ride through the mangrove forest and the fresh coconut water served in an actual coconut with an actual straw, I’m feel rather high on life. There’s only one problem. I availed myself of not one but two…

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Continued Misadventures in Garter Belt-Wearing

My pre-departure shopping list includes, amongst other things, pepper spray and thigh high stockings. (Go ahead. Before we get to the funny part of this story, you can insert your witty but ultimately misogynistic comment—something along the lines of “Tsssk, tsssk. You wouldn’t need the former if you wouldn’t wear the latter”— but then remember…

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Are You a Vacuum or a Washing Machine?

I don’t know much about washing machines. Or slop sinks for that matter. Or why there is a hose that looks like it belongs to a vacuum cleaner running from my new washing machine to my new slop sink (both of which, I should point out, are actually rather antiquated and are only “new” in…

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Of Credit Cards and Keys

It’s Tuesday morning and I’m at Bank of America. The purpose of my visit is to close out my account and transfer the funds into my Wells Fargo account so that I can draw a cashier’s check for the down payment on my house. There’s a problem though. Two problems actually: a pair of handsome,…

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My New Office

After thirteen months, 60-some properties, three agreements of sale and almost a month of tearing various things out of my new house, I’m proud to report that today’s broadcast comes to you– finally– from my new office. It’s a mess and filled with boxes that still need to be unpacked and I am, at present,…

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T-One Day

I’m warning you now. In about 24 hours I am going to get very obnoxious; I am going to start posting pictures all over Facebook like people do when they get engaged but since I’ve developed a habit of doing things ever-so-slightly backwards, they won’t be of a diamond ring but rather of the keys…

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Thoughts from the Hot Tub

If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this, The European and I will be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake. (At least I will be. He might still be asleep but that is okay because I know that eventually he’ll join me and our first official holiday together will…