WHAT I WAS DOING IN MONGOLIA:

Wandering aimlessly, playing indoor soccer, gripping my currency, talking to Mongolian moms about religion/marriage/luxury resorts, playing an Olympic Games video game with my host brother, eating buttloads of mutton, drinking milk tea, drinking horse milk, attending La Boheme, attending Swan Lake, grabbing a German or English brew and watching the storm roll in, going to the internet cafe at least once a day, going to the cinema to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith, herding sheep to other sheep, taking the bus to/from work, snot-rocketing the sidewalk, gesturing wildly like a buffoon while trying to talk with Mongolian dad, eating starchy bread, writing tons in my journal, reading novels like they were articles in a magazine, failing miserably, teaching English, visiting spectacular landscapes, working on my tan, listening to my iPod in the dark before bed, endlessly researching imaginary trips I would never take in Mongolia, fulfilling lifetime dream of utter terror.

Please Buy Puerto Escondido!!!

The New York Times has a story on Puerto Escondido in Friday's paper. Unfortunately, as with nearly every "travel" article in the NYT, it's merely a primer for those wishing to buy a 2nd, 3rd, or 4th home in a foreign paradise because they've got money flowing out their asses and figure real estate in a "cheap" country is salvation. The link is here.