bon voyage to paul, who departs soon for four weeks of roaming the guatemalan countryside with naught but a notebook, pen, and some malaria pills. viva la earnest young writer, i say. oh, and hide some extra cash inside your sock or something – as my father has often reminded me when i’m setting out for foreign lands, if one finds oneself in a tight spot, $100 american cash will negotiate better than an electronic dictionary and faster than an american consulate. all my good travel karma to you, paul.