I'm 31! Holy shit!

Last year on April 27, I was driving through the San Joaquin Valley, reporting a story on how entrepreneurs in Merced County were -- maybe -- shaping themselves to be the region's economic salvation.

Today I ate fried chicken and papas criollas on Carrera Septima, and was followed around the Museo Nacional in Bogota by a bunch of schoolkids who had clearly never seen an Asian before. Two girls had the balls to come up and chat. I admire them.

2011?