We were driving back from Mt. Shasta, the final and somewhat arbitrary destination of our Thanksgiving weekend getaway. No heater, no defrost, and the beginning of the fall flu which felt like someone was pushing their thumbs into each side of my throat. For about five hours we were looking at this:

With each fifty miles [...]

“One-third peeled.” That would have probably been my best guess if someone - say Flavorpill San Franciso - were to have asked me the meaning of aterciopelado. It’s not that I haven’t come across the term before. In fact, there is conclusive evidence that on Thursday, February 10, 2005 I read that:
Quick note to say [...]

Escrito en Caracas, Venezuela el 22 de Septiembre
Igual en los EU como aquí en Venezuela, pido un espresso y me responden, “quieres un expresso?”
“Si,” digo, “un espresso.”
Me da gusto saber que, al menos, estamos unidos en nuestras equivocaciones.

Expreso, expres, rápido, apurado: como la imagen típica que tienen los latinoamericanos sobre las estadounidenses. Los gringos: trabajan, [...]