After arriving in Mexcio’s blossoming wine region, the Valle de Guadalupe, in I drove over to the Mogor Badan winery (Carretera Tecate Ensenada Km 86.5), where Drew Deckman, a Georgia born chef who own’s the restaurant Deckman’s in San José del Cabo, set up a seasonal, farm to table bistro under the shade of three tall pine trees at the edge of the vineyard.
At Lima, Peru’s annual gastronomic festival Mistura you see some odd products. In the events Gran Mercado, three hundred and fifty artisanal producers from every corner of the country are selling everything from chocolate and pisco to roasted sacha inchi seeds, as well as a rainbow of colorful quinoas and native potatoes.
This summer, driving to Virginia from New York to go shark fishing, I made a slight detour in Delaware to the small town of Leipsic, a tiny speck of a crabbing village near Delaware Bay. Crab, was of course what I had in mind when make the pilgrimage to Sambo’s Tavern, an iconic crab house that has been open for nearly 60 years.
In La Paz, Bolivia, wandering aimlessly down some cobblestone street far away from Calle Sagárnaga, a spool of thread pops out from a corner, spinning from a worn hand.
Wildlife, I sometimes find, comes in spurts. You can spend hours holding your binoculars and not seeing a single sparrow, then your thoughts wander or you scratch your head and suddenly one animal after another begins to appear. This was the case on the Burro Burro River, a couple of kilometers from Surama Ecolodge, on the edge of the Rupununi Savannah and bordering the Iwokrama Rainforest, where I was staying.