Fat City Refugee

Latte-drinking revolutionary seeks his roots in a land where he was never born. Pithy observations of travels throughout America, north and south. Unbridled snark. Sort of like if Anthony Bourdain were from Stockton, minus the culture, minus the subtlety and minus the gastronomy.

Still spinning that vinyl. This treasure of 200 or so albums sounding better than ever in Puerto Varas. Todavía disfrutando los discos. Mi tesoro de 200 albumes suena mejor que nunca en Puerto Varas. (at Parque Ivian, Puerto Varas, Chile)