On Sunday, my housemate and I decided to be explorative.
Sadly, stealing is all too common in developing countries. No matter what the situation, it’s hard to not feel violated, upset and angry. What’s harder is to… Read more “Stealing and Crying”
Three weeks ago, I left for Rwanda and have been adjusting to the time zone, phenomenal people, and epic landscape. I’ve found enough Swahili that I’m keeping my… Read more “Kigali”
Mzungu-ing it up!
The next adventure will be….Rwanda!
I find that the words don’t come out. They stutter and stagger as I try to communicate who I am, why I’m here, what I’m doing. Perhaps… Read more “Words”
It’s the little things. The water bottle holders that they give you at the store. The street food vendors peddling spring rolls. The raw coconut I bought… Read more “Sài Gòn”
Smiling from the customs “line” to the baggage claim, I meet my taxi driver in the sweltering Saigon air as I read his sign declaring my name. … Read more “Việt Nam”