I write these words to you on the front porch of my bungalow, waves gently lapping down below. Butterflies as big as birds fly around…
What a day! I write this at the end of a very long twelve-hour day. An exasperating day, one of those horror stories of Asian…
Somehow, I seem to be developing a habit when I travel. That is the adventure of being driven to ATM machines on the back of…
“Coming To America”. I remember dancing to this Neil Diamond song in my childhood over and over. My sisters and I would put on what…
I think there is a lesson that I need to be learning on this trip. The art of slowing down. It seems that every bit…
