Month: December 2010

The last day of 2010 and we're sitting on the Kerala backwaters. Tonight we havedinner reservations for the nicest hotel in town – on the

At a quarter to nine at night, the doorbell – which is literally a bell hanging from the ceiling rung by someone pulling the string

“One pen?! You have one pen?!” Walk through any village or town from the high mountains of Nepal to the island of Sri Lanka and

“You’re disgusting!” Emily said lovingly the morning of our six month anniversary, “You just shove everything in.” We were packing our stuff up to store

Emily sat on the bench crying, her eyes stinging. I wanted to feel badly for her – but itwas no one's fault but her own.

“Are you satisfied with my services today?” our auto-rickshaw driver asked. “Uh, yes! Very. Thank you!” I answered to his roughly 15th question. Others included:

On Christmas morning we awoke to the sound of prayer and music. The prayer was coming from a Hindu temple down the backwaters which has

The transition from Mumbai to Alleppey has been meant changing my central concern from worrying about what I might step in to what I might

It turns out we’re good guests. We have felt that we’re needy guests. With all the high-speed Internet, WiFi goings on that began our time

“The British came, and they took, and they stole everything from India and they made us slaves. But they gave us one thing – education.