Plastic Farm Animals
I can’t say I’ve been many places as beautifully engineered and tended as Lugano. Also known as the “Italian” part of Switzerland it is built along the shore of Lake Lugano and on up the hill. The streets here are tidy and clean with granite curbs and nearly everything is landscaped and coiffed. Even the […]
We’ve been home for two weeks and I am continually shocked by the sameness of our town. It appears that virtually nothing has changed in a year and a half. With the exception of a rebuilt courthouse and a couple of new businesses, everything looks the same. It’s as if I woke from a dream […]
Today we cross the U.S. border for the first time since leaving in June, 2012. We’ll arrive back in the country of our birth tanned, ready and rested albeit a bit jet-lagged from a long day of travel. Our wonderful friends Jason and Haruka will have stocked our refrigerator with produce grown next door on […]
This isn’t the V.I.P bus, but it’s the first to leave Tamale, so our blue duffle now sits in cargo on top of a motorcycle next to a stack of crisp goat skins.
I asked whether any of the buses had toilets. “No,” the man chuckled, “But all you have to do is tell the driver and he will stop the bus so you can set yourself free.”