Walking on a Crocodile’s Belly in Lisbon

It’s been a long time since I’ve been bewildered and alone in an unfamiliar place. I was able to find this exhilarating brand of confusion in Lisbon. I’m really good at walking around like an idiot, and being clueless is more fun than you think. When...

I am going to Lisbon and I need your help

It’s going to be a couple months before I drink a Drogba – the local name of the near-liter-sized Bock Ivorian beer. I can salivate over the photo in the mean time. I leave tonight for Lisbon. A lot of people — Malian friends in particular —...