
Landing in Venezuela—and buying black market currencyFebruary 2011—After flying south over miles of gorgeous turquoise ocean, punctuated by small fishing vessels glinting in the bright sun, we banked left. To my right appeared a huge, green outgrowth—a lush mountain falling into sandy Caribbean beaches and hidden bays. The ridge of…

Always Go
Excerpts from my upcoming memoir.
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