Month: January 2011

I had waited too long. Between struggling with work on a so-so Internet connection last week and just being generally unimpressed with the barber shops

Old Udaipur is a bubble – a beautiful, magical bubble centered around Lake Pichola. Indian tourism authorities pump it up as “India’s most romantic city”.

They have clearly undergone some kind of training. “Good morning, Sir. How did you sleep?” “Hello Madame, how was your food?” “Was your room cleaned

At 1:30 am, the fight broke out. “Moooooo” (said angrily). “Woof, woof, woof, woof woof grrr, grr, grrr”. “Moooo…snort, snort…moooo…moooo”. “Rrrrr, rrrrg, woof, woof, woof,

We awoke to colors and light all around. The incredible stained glass panels of our corner-room windows sent in an incredible, diffused light that gave

The cows all looked at me strangely as I scurried down the road. They were the only ones up and working at 7:05am on a

"What country?" "You are from where?" "What is your country?" "You country?" We hear one of these four questions as soon as we meet people.

We landed in Istanbul and took a bus down to Alanya six months ago today. Mid-way through the journey, the world – literally and figuratively

If you’ve ever seen a psychologist, visited a counselor, listened to a radio psychology talk-show, read a magazine article on relationships, or watched “Frazier” or

One thing was clear – the white boy could dance. Situated on the roof of a popular hotel with an incredible view of everything from