Ritmo De La Vida

I fall asleep almost instantly despite a torrential downpour, the thump of a bar on the main island, the scuttling of foraging crabs in the rain and the house cat fending off a feral competitor. Eleven hours later, I rouse from a deep sleep. We are on Eastern Standard Time, plenty of time to prep some analytics for a client. …

Island life

A brightly colored hammock awaits me, as I sink into the evening energy here on the island off of bocas del toro, Panama. Tyler and I are enjoying some creative time on the veranda as Feather and Warrio prepare our dinner of chicken stew, coconut rice and beans. I feel refreshed after a rejuvenating shower and enjoying a peaceful day …

Day One: En Route

The red-eye arrives at PTY, Panama City’s modern international hub, filled with duty free jewelry, chocolate and American knock-offs.  Passing through customs into the warm, tropical humidity of Panama, we are greeted by Omar Ríos, bearing a sign that says “Alisun | Tyler.” Arranged by Heather, whom he calls “the lady of Boquete,” Omar is a taxi driver, father of …

A moment of Gratitude…

Gratitude fills me as I take a moment for reflection, looking out into the avocado orchard with the blue sky sparkling through the branches and the light cascading throughout the trees. I am sitting here at the last standing table in our now extra spacious home, one that reverberates and echos, with every sound and movement made. Tyler and I …

How Government Is Woefully Unprepared For How I Work

I arrive at the Ventura County Clerk at 9am. I have thirty minutes before the unwashed masses flood the office, seeking marriage applications, Fish and Game forms and notaries public. I’m there to change a partnership to a sole proprietorship. I dutifully fill out my Fictitious Business Name application and prepare my check. I’m called forward, presenting my paperwork. Surely, …

One Week To (Radical) Departure

We are overwhelmed. Over-tired. Over-excited. 160-odd hours until we are dumped at the terminal, herded through security and ushered down the corridor that smells of stale air and jet fuel. I figure the degree of complexity in traveling and working around the world falls somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. More complicated than filling up a truck and moving …

A Day of Gratitude

I’m up early despite sleeping light. Chris and I collaborate online, bringing a client closer to launch. We finish by 9am. He signs off Skype for a while, I grab my car keys. I drive the 4.7 miles into downtown Ojai, reminded by a This American Life podcast about Chinese labor conditions I too often choose to forget. I feel …