More than I can tell.

After a while, you come to terms with the things you took for granted that are no longer there. For instance, the particular brand of queso dip they sell at Harris Teeter, which… Continue reading

I’m back.

The water in the toilet is cleaning-fluid blue. There are no leaves on any of the trees. The cars drive the other way, and the streets are so empty. I have seen exactly… Continue reading

Zurich, take two

I took one of these on the way over. Same terminal. New hair. New nose. New sweatshirt. New outlook on life.

Say why, do we have to say goodbye?

There’s an old Girl Scout song we sing here sometimes that goes: Say when, will we ever meet again Say when, will we ever meet again Say when, will we ever meet again… Continue reading

Sand in the Hourglass

Two mornings ago I was the only one off. I grabbed a few rickshaws, sped around Pune, and finished up my souvenir shopping and gift-buying. I saw an elephant trundling through the street.… Continue reading

World Thinking Day: The Girl Scout International Holiday

Girl Guiding began in 1909, when a group of girls protested outside a Boy Scout rally at the Crystal Palace in London. Their brothers were Scouts, and they wanted to be Scouts, too.… Continue reading

What Do You Do At Sangam When There’s Not An Event?

1. You empty out all of the filing cabinets, dump everything on the floor, throw out half of the pile (including the file labeled “People” full of calendars from the 1980s with photos… Continue reading

Journey to the North: Agra and the Gohad Express

When Philippa and I arrived in Agra, a rickshaw driver had been sent by our hotel, and his engine wouldn’t start because of how cold it was! Manish, as he turned out to… Continue reading

Journey to the North: Delhi

On the final day of January, Philippa and I slung our backpacks over our shoulders and headed up the road to Wadi, to the ATM, where we took out giant chunks of cash… Continue reading

Roadtrip to Some Wonders of the World

I have decided that the only way to travel Maharashtra is by hiring a car and driver. Seven of us piled into Minakshi’s SUV and headed north to Aurangabad, Ajanta and Ellora. Bronwyn… Continue reading