Monthly Archives: November 2010

There It Is

I knew I had arrived when I was awakened by a grunt from the taxi driver. I kept my fingers crossed as I walked into a large, for American standards, apartment complex. There were over thirteen grey high-rise buildings, three … Continue reading

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How To Cross The Street In Vietnam

Traveling to so many different countries has taught me that often in another country you have to let go of some of the rules or norms from your home country. I ignored my mother’s rule of always eating with silverware … Continue reading

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Prisons and Museums

All museums are different and unique, but any given museum is an adventure to me. They are like a flashback in time, a way to get to the past without a time machine. It is a chance to go through … Continue reading

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Doing Good

The youngest member of a panel on Civil Disobedience, I looked out at a sea of faces. My palms sweated, my legs readjusted numerous times, and my head swiveled between the calmer looking “disobedient” professors and panelists seated next to … Continue reading

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Dirty Love

There is something magical about being dirty. Not the old mustard stained shirt dirty. The gritty dirt covered and water soaked, filthy with adventure dirty. The kind of dirty where you want to keep wearing your clothes because they are … Continue reading

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Staying Safe

Before almost every port, we are warned repeatedly to neither drink the tap water nor eat food from street vendors. I’ve found this a fairly easy rule to follow, buying my drinks in bottled form and making sure I know that … Continue reading

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Taking the Leap

When I think of India, I don’t associate it with a good place to go for a swim.   But myself and twenty-two others piled into the back of a rusty antique truck; happily squished in like sardines anticipating what our … Continue reading

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