The People of Xela
Rosy is our host mother. But she is really more like a warm grandmother. They call grandmothers abuelitas here. Most of the time she is wearing an apron and her…
Rosy is our host mother. But she is really more like a warm grandmother. They call grandmothers abuelitas here. Most of the time she is wearing an apron and her…
Olivia wrote a post about what she’s carrying-on through Asia a few weeks back so I figured it is time for me to do the same. My general packing principles…
For most of my life I thought airport lounges were for wealthy people who traveled “all the time” and flew first class. Not any more. Olivia and I have been…
It started probably six years ago with “happy meat” and “grass-fed beef” and Food Inc. and a vague sense that what I eat matters. It was an inconsistent start, full…
We got scammed. That’s what you’re supposed to say. They took advantage of us. We let our guard down. And it is part of the human experience. We’ve all had a…
We’re on a train through and out of Tanzania and as I watch its beauty roll by, I’m filled with affection and gratitude. A year is a long time, but…