Zurich, take two
I took one of these on the way over. Same terminal. New hair. New nose. New sweatshirt. New outlook on life.
I took one of these on the way over. Same terminal. New hair. New nose. New sweatshirt. New outlook on life.
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… Read More
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.… Read More
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It all began when some British participants brought an enormous bag of Skittles to Sangam. They used it to make gift bags for the children visiting for Community Partner Fun Day, but even… Read More