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Last week in Panama City, I was walking through Casco Viejo at night when I noticed a taxi driver with a big Pablo Escobar sticker on his car. The guy looked rough — the kind of person most people would instinctively avoid or at least not make eye contact with. For a second, I had … Read more

One night in Mérida, Mexico, I was invited to a team dinner. Someone else had picked a place — a nice, fancy spot — but when we arrived, it turned out to be completely packed, with over an hour of waiting time. It wasn’t my call, but I looked around and said, “Hey, there are … Read more