Love on the Same Street
Whether it was the communal tea cups in Myanmar street food stalls, the hotel in Sri Lanka whose only housekeeping between guests was to straighten the sheet, or the row of used soaps… Continue reading
Whether it was the communal tea cups in Myanmar street food stalls, the hotel in Sri Lanka whose only housekeeping between guests was to straighten the sheet, or the row of used soaps… Continue reading
I’d seen cats hunting birds with ferocious ineptitude. I’d seen one climb the curtains with kitten claws and an “I’ve made a terrible mistake” expression. And I’d seen a cat sitting with absolute… Continue reading
Turkey would not be a good place for a celiac, the thought occurred to me (for the twentieth time this trip) when the waiter brought my sandwich, chicken and peppers hidden somewhere in… Continue reading
So yes, Jerusalem felt like it wanted to hate me. But I still fell head-over-heels in love in the city. I suspect he was a male. He had clean teeth, big feet, and… Continue reading