TULUM, Quintana Roo, Mexico — I’ve never had a meal like this, and may never taste its equal again. It was, simply put, a one-of-a-kind experience that may be impossible to repeat. So let me share it with you the only way I can: through words.
VANCOUVER, Canada — Recently I was invited to give a TED talk, and I accepted without fully understanding what I was getting myself into. I knew it would be a great opportunity to spread a message around the world, but I wasn’t aware how much work — and stress — would be involved. Nor could I foresee that delivering this talk would be one of the best professional experiences of my life.
To be labeled “cool” — in the classic sense of the word — is a big compliment. In fact, being cool is much better than being smart, handsome, rich, respected or influential.
Around sunset, in the backyard of a house in a small Ohio town, a group of men set fire to a wooden swastika they’d built. As the flames rose, they raised their right arms and made a Nazi salute. “White Power!” they shouted. “White Power!”
There they were, two of my musical idols, just a few feet away: Joan Manuel Serrat, whose music has been part of my life’s soundtrack, and Joaquin Sabina, whose lyrical realism and irony have inspired me for about a decade. I had great seats for their show in Miami, and I was delighted to be there. But something felt off.
On a sad day last week, after the Supreme Court announced that President Obama’s executive orders on immigration would remain blocked, I saw some politicians cheering.
Miguel Carrasquillo, 35, didn’t die as he wanted. He died in pain after enduring months of agony.
ORLANDO, Florida — “I love you,” read the text message that the mother’s son sent to her at 2:07 a.m., the last time she heard from him.
“In Mexico, suspicion and distrust are a collective illness.” — Octavio Paz
I recently spoke with Berta Isabel Zúñiga, daughter of the late Honduran environmental activist Berta Cáceres, via satellite from Washington.