I woke up in Veracruz City on the second to last day of 2016 having no idea I’d be going to bed that night in a jungle. Our hostel owner […]
“I’m Canadian!” he belted, his voice rising above the hundreds of chirping birds across the street. Now, I’m no expert. But this accent was not the accent of a Canadian. Or rather, since I don’t know Canadian accents well but can certainly recognize an American accent, that was the sound of an American if I’d ever heard one.