Category Archives: Africa Enter Scene: A lone figure enters stage left, wearing a brown cowboy hat and muted, dusty clothing. Using his tool of choice – an old, dry stick – he beckons his cattle forward. The bells, attached to his keep, chime as the cattle move slowly forward, plucking up the few dry tufts of yellow grasses […]  Before departing the North American continent for the umpteeth time, I had the fortune of meeting my parents’ new neighbors, Carla and Hubert. They were telling me about how easy it had been to move into the neighborhood because of the kindness and openness of my parents. Carla told me the story of the day […] Well, I’m on the road, again. Or eternally, as it feels. Plagued with dizzying jetlag and the memory of more airports than I can fathom, I wonder to myself when all this travel will end. Alas, it’s not for the foreseeable future, and once my spacey jet-lagged brain heals, I’m sure I’ll think that’s a […]  I’m sitting along the bank of the Zambezi River, looking out onto those golden yellow island grasses studded with awkward, patchy green trees. Beyond, Zambia, its rocky mountains silhouetted in the dusty, red late afternoon African sun. A light breeze keeps me cool, the river smell refreshes me, and the occasional laughter from a hippo […] My, how time has flown. It seems like only yesterday, I arrived, tired and jet-lagged, onto the farm. I remember so many things from that first day – the dusty, scorched earth on the side of the road from the airport; being bombarded by Christoph and his love of Ben-10 at the airport; being dragged […] |
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