Truco: Tropical Poker
It's like poker for Venezuelan sociopaths.
Life
I'm High on El Avila
A non-cliché love letter to the national park that is front and center in my life.
A Love Letter to the Future
Caribbean paradise is our destiny, even if we've momentarily misplaced it a few hundred kilometers to the west.
A Toast to the Venezuelans We Don't See
Venezuelans wake up and work impossibly hard to make a better future. I see them every day, I thank them every day. What if we took the time to notice them, too?
Our ULA
Merida's Universidad de Los Andes stands strong, a quiet testament of courage stronger than any crisis.
Mother Egg
Venezuela has a deep richness of curse words. But there's one in particular, one too rude to discuss in polite company, that UNESCO really ought to declare part of Humanity's Intangible Cultural Heritage.
Eder in Playa El Agua
A child. The sea. A magical goal. An oyster.
Chicha, people. Chicha.
It's only a matter of time before this Venezuelan drink becomes the next hipster craze.
Pueblo chiquito, infierno grande
There's a sweet-spot in Venezuela where invasiveness is good and alone-time becomes overrated. It's called solidarity.
Próxima Estación: Desesperanza
Think you can skip a cadena just by ducking into the Metro? Think again...
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