My old street corner – and I know how that sounds (Drive Day 17 minus 14 years)

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Like every Mexican town, San Blas has park benches in a proper square called a zocalo. But the cool kids hang out on this street corner. It’s where I wasted plenty of time after grad school. There’s a term for otherwise smart, college-educated American girls who stop shaving, learn to surf and drift into Mexican boyfriends: Sandalistas.

San Blas, Mexico: photo by Gary Geboy

Luckily my only permanent souvenir from my Sandalista days was Wipeout: the puppy I later smuggled back to the United States.


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