Aging on the Run, Latin America, Nationalism, Public History, Racism, Social Movements
From the Río Bravo to the Straits of Magellan, the Great Cemi, riding high astride a condor, has scattered the seeds of the new América across the romantic nations of the continent and the suffering islands of the sea! José Martí, Nuestra América The Straits of...
Aging on the Run, Latin America, long term travel, Minneapolis Interview Project, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies, war and peace
It is our duty not to ignore our national reality, but we also have a duty not to ignore the global reality. José Mariátegui In Lima, the temperature in January is a delightful mid-70s—yet I felt woozy by midday, and drenched in sweat. It rarely rains, yet...
Aging on the Run, Latin America, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Radical Hospitality, Sustainable Economies, war and peace
We spent seven weeks in the state of Antioquia, Colombia, primarily in Medellin, with shorter visits to Pereira and Retiro. “That is long enough to become a paisano,” one man said, kindly. Of course it is not, but it is long enough to repeat...
Aging on the Run, Latin America, long term travel, Nationalism, Social Movements, war and peace
Is Colombia safe? Safety is the most common question on travel sites for Colombia. People exchange information about carrying phones, using taxis, riding the metro, traveling on this country road, or vacationing on that Caribbean beach. Men discuss how to...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Racism, Social Movements
I have a different idea of a universal. It is a universal rich with all that is particular. Aime Cesaire, Discourse on Colonialism While it’s obviously true that aristocratic privilege and whiteness are among the basic assumptions of British ruling class...
Aging on the Run, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
Our plane from Rome to Belgrade, Serbia,, was three hours late. The Serbian government had shut down its airport to rehearse for its upcoming military parade. Despite the ominous delay, I enjoyed the flight. It was a cloudless day. We saw the contours of both Italian...
