I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? (Zhuangzi) As I sit here watching my little girl on our baby monitor all cocooned up in…
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Armpit Tacos to Ant Mole: Eating Our Way through Mexico City
Warning: contains graphic images of good food. Do not read if you are hungry!