It all depends on where you center yourself on the map. Technically, the farthest east I’ve been is Israel, and I suppose that’s been twice. The Dead Sea, if I had the strength to swim across it, could have taken me to Jordan. And strength wouldn’t have necessarily been required – floating doesn’t take much …
As much as I don’t want you to know about Menorca, it’s time for you to experience it for yourself.
I found a two-yolk egg. Symbolic of life’s changes and separations. Back to the USA, but for how long…? Stay tuned for some changes coming to the blog!
Blast from the past, five years ago in France.
musings about going through old belongings and moving on.
Being an ex-pat is like being an American ambassador abroad, with all of the glory, misery, and misunderstanding that comes with it.
Saying goodbye to my Pappap.
After receiving a quite beautiful “cesta de navidad”, or Christmas chest of goodies from my school, full of no less than four bottles of wine (two red, two fizzy rose), a bottle of whiskey, chorizo, white asparagus, pate, nuts, chocolate, turron (almond candy, typical for christmas), polvorones, and all other products necessary to make this …
I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions, but I definitely believe that neglecting my blog is a very rude thing for me to do. Therefore, I’m not going to try and do a big update to maintain continuity and make life make sense…. instead, I’m going to get back down to the true nature of …
Surprise surgeries and hospital stays while abroad.