Two Empty Hands

Raven Series # 10 | Jump to Raven # 1  His machete gleaming in the moonlight, Don Pedro stepped from behind a tree. He nodded his head toward the far side of the street.  I turned. We walked away from the hostel in silence. After a block or two, he leaned toward me and asked, … Continue reading Two Empty Hands

Unofficial Lockers

Raven Series #9 | Jump to Raven # 1  The cashier shook his head. No lockers. I would have believed him, but I believed Raven more. She had told me there were lockers at the bus station, so there had to be. For that reason, I pressed the cashier. “There are no lockers? No way… Continue reading Unofficial Lockers

Sopa de Lima

Raven Series Part #7 | Jump to Raven # 1  I didn’t sacrifice a chicken.  Instead, I ducked through a couple alleys to my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant and for some sopa de lima, a delicious chicken soup spiced with cloves, cinnamon, oregano, and because this is the Yucatán, habaneros. A healthy dose of lime juice is added… Continue reading Sopa de Lima

Looking for Pantas

Raven Series # 6 | Jump to Raven # 1  A ratty looking gringo I’d never seen before sauntered into the dive shop. Outside, Ramón stood in the shade by his licuado cart. He was watching through the window.  “I’m looking for Pantas,” the stranger said.  “I don’t know anyone named Pantas.” “She said you’d say that.”… Continue reading Looking for Pantas

A Ticket and a Maze

Raven Series Part #5 | Jump to Raven # 1  “Dad, you should really listen more,” Raven said, gliding through the door of the dive shop with a mango licuado in one hand and an envelope in the other.  “Is that right, Kid?”  “Yes. Both Santa Sofía and I think so.”  “Oh, you do? Why am I… Continue reading A Ticket and a Maze

Is My Iguana Dream Trying to Tell Me Something?

Rae and I pedaled as quickly as we could. Above us, the evening sky purpled toward evening. Beneath us, majestic, neon-bright iguanas serpentined through the clear water, their sinuous glowing tails trailing behind them like iridescent streamers chasing a comet. We pedaled with everything we had, fighting to maintain headway in the wide, algae-choked canal.… Continue reading Is My Iguana Dream Trying to Tell Me Something?