By: Mimi Lipson

Everything I see now, I think: will I ever see this again?

By: Mimi Lipson

I fantasize about stowing away in Ciudad Vieja.

By: Mimi Lipson

If I had the whole day, I would not tire of being in the hospital.

By: Mimi Lipson

Whatever else I do, I am looking at stuff on the walls.

By: Mimi Lipson

I’ve never taken any kind of dance class, and it seems a little crazy to start with tango.

By: Mimi Lipson

Javier tried to explain Foucault to me, but I am too dumb.

By: Mimi Lipson

Sometimes you have to get off the bus and walk.

By: Mimi Lipson

Everything looks familiar from a distance and less so on approach.

By: Mimi Lipson

I gave in to the gathering surge of traveler’s love.

By: Mimi Lipson

Before learning that I would be outbound to Montevideo, I had barely thought of Uruguay.

By: Rani Som

“Some days just going out, being in public, feels like a battle.”

By: David Hajdu

“Yes, I know wearing pince-nez makes me come off as pretentious.”

By: Davy Rothbart

“Dude,” he said to me, “You can’t walk around everywhere holding your pants up.”

By: James Gaddy

“Maybe it’s that clicky sound, which can give just about any task a metronomic rhythm.”

By: Hillary Chute

“My pocket knife tumbled out of my pants pocket and fell into the toilet and was immediately swept away .”