Twenty years ago we took a trip to Costa Rica. We’d heard much about the people and the country’s beauty and wanted to experience the splendor that was clear water,…
There’s somethin magical aboot Scotland. Public transportation is simple tae figure oot, the people are bonnie, an the scenery breathtakin. Thare is a familiar familial belongin i’ Scotland—a feelin o’ bein Scottish e’en whan you’re no. A trip tae Scotland feels like a trip home.(more…)
Two Monkeys, One Tale is available on Amazon Kindle (HERE) and hard copy (HERE). You can see a preview of the book HERE. (The preview doesn’t look exactly like the book. For some reason the paragraph indents aren’t in the preview, but appear in the e-book and hard copy. I’m in negotiations with #Amazon—read, begging—to fix the issue. Ugh, Amazon.)(more…)
The question is so common since our repatriation that we’ve joked about creating business cards summarizing our answers in an easy-to-read bulleted format. It’s the ice breaker du jour—a convenient, six-word sentence uttered by virtually everyone familiar with our recent two-year hiatus from U.S. residency. It’s a crowd-pleasing, comfortable, mildly depressing party question that evokes a fair bit of stammering, questionable statements, and creative explanations on our part. It’s a question you shouldn’t ask lightly—because you might just get an answer that surprises, or delights, or possibly sets one off balance in a way that leaves you wondering why you asked in the first place.
Among domestic help, maids are arguably the second most important member of the expat staff. India is a breeding ground for bacteria, ash, pollution, and dust, all piled atop normal wear and tear like heaping mounds of peanuts on an environmental ice cream sundae that sends Oscar the Grouch cowering in the depths of his garbage can. The best way to keep up with the tidal wave of needed cleaning is to hire the right maid.