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How a Taxi Ride Changed a<br />
Travel<br />
Writer’s Life<br />
One afternoon in May<br />
2007, Layne Mosler<br />
left a tango parlor in<br />
Buenos Aires and asked a taxi<br />
driver to take her to his favorite<br />
steakhouse. She didn’t know<br />
what to expect, but the resulting<br />
meal was so magical, it transformed<br />
Mosler’s life. She began<br />
going on weekly “taxi adventures,”<br />
chronicling her experiences<br />
on her blog, Taxi Gourmet.<br />
Two years later, she moved<br />
to New York City and became<br />
a taxi driver herself. Then she<br />
embarked on the ultimate taxi<br />
odyssey: marrying a taxi driver<br />
in Berlin. Her memoir, Driving<br />
Hungry, just hit bookstores.<br />
I caught up with Mosler by<br />
phone at her home in Berlin to<br />
ask about her taxi adventures<br />
and her quest to become a “life<br />
artist.”<br />
World Hum: You’re from<br />
California but moved to Buenos<br />
Aires. What was it about the<br />
Argentine capital that called to<br />
you?<br />
Layne Mosler: One thing I<br />
didn’t realize before going to<br />
Buenos Aires was that it’s a city<br />
of people who love literature, and<br />
who love reading. It’s a wonderful<br />
place for a writer. I’ll never<br />
forget that I was reading a book<br />
by [Milan] Kundera on the subway<br />
and this woman said, “Oh,<br />
if you like Kundera you should<br />
read this Polish author, and have<br />
you read Kundera’s early stuff?”<br />
And then she suddenly hopped<br />
off the subway and said, “Now<br />
I have to go make lentil stew.”<br />
People there really impressed<br />
me. And city streets are named<br />
for poets and philosophers and<br />
tango composers.<br />
Also, for a writer, being out of<br />
your element is a healthy thing.<br />
You’re forced to pay attention in<br />
a way that you might not if you<br />
were in a place that’s familiar to<br />
you. I felt that I always needed<br />
to be aware of what was going<br />
on around me in Buenos Aires.<br />
There was an edge to the city. I<br />
thought, this is the perfect place<br />
for a writer, or a person who<br />
wants to develop into a writer.<br />
You’d been living there for<br />
two years before you launched<br />
Taxi Gourmet. How did that<br />
come about?<br />
I was doing some freelance<br />
writing, and I got this job at an<br />
Argentine satellite company.<br />
And I was developing my food<br />
writing on the side. But I knew<br />
I wanted to do something bigger.<br />
At the time, I was dancing<br />
tango and taking a lot of taxis<br />
and having a lot of conversations<br />
with taxi drivers, and I<br />
was learning more about Buenos<br />
Aires from the taxistas (drivers)<br />
than from anyone else. They’d<br />
tell you these beautiful stories<br />
about their relationship to the<br />
city. Most taxi drivers in Buenos<br />
Aires were born there and<br />
will tell you they’ll die there and<br />
they’re happy about that.<br />
I had this awful episode on<br />
the dance floor where I basically<br />
bit the dust and had to leave the<br />
tango parlor in humiliation, but I<br />
was starving. I hopped in a cab<br />
and asked the driver to take me<br />
to his favorite place to eat and<br />
Read full story here<br />
ended up at this wonderful steakhouse,<br />
which, to this day, is still<br />
one of the best steakhouses I’ve<br />
ever visited. Everything flowed<br />
so easily. The taxi driver was<br />
really kind. The men next to me<br />
were telling me all of the things I<br />
should order. I’d been in Buenos<br />
Aires for two years, but it was as<br />
if I was tapping into another side<br />
of the city. You can’t engineer<br />
serendipity but it was the closest<br />
I’ve come. I thought, there’s<br />
something magical about this,<br />
and I wanted to keep doing it.<br />
So I started to get into a taxicab<br />
every week.<br />
And then you moved to New<br />
York City and became a taxi<br />
driver yourself?<br />
Yes. After two years of writing<br />
the blog, I was getting a little<br />
restless. I knew from the beginning<br />
that I didn’t want to stay in<br />
Buenos Aires. I wanted to move<br />
the project to New York. I never<br />
planned on driving a taxi.<br />
I met these two women who<br />
drove cabs in New York. The<br />
first was Nidia, who calls herself<br />
a “Nuyorican”—a Puerto<br />
Rican in New York. She’s a<br />
night taxi driver and I was just<br />
blown away. She’d grown up in<br />
a house where her father abused<br />
her and she ran away when she<br />
was 13 and she lived on the subway<br />
and just had a really hard<br />
life. But she was resilient. I<br />
never thought I could do what<br />
she did. But a month later, I met<br />
Mary Jo, a petite, tiny-waisted,<br />
purple-wearing woman who was<br />
going to nursing school at night<br />
and driving a taxi during the day.<br />
Her taxi driving was driven by<br />
her faith, and I thought, if Mary<br />
Jo can drive a taxi, then I can,<br />
too.<br />
Also, I’d studied anthropology<br />
in college, and one of the<br />
principles of anthropology is<br />
that as an observer you can only<br />
come so far. At some point, you<br />
have to participate in whatever<br />
you’re studying or you’re not<br />
going to have a complete understanding.<br />
So all of those things<br />
came together.<br />
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