…of many different peoples and worlds.
Three years and a week ago, Charles and I left for a month of traveling in Bangladesh and India. Today we are leaving again. For Bangladesh. In the last eleven years, I have made this trip nine times. I don’t mind doing it again. At all. But I’m glad the packing is over. I’ll take... Continue Reading →
A week of India... tea, mountains, and dogs.
When one spends a lot of time in an official role as a worker for God, one gets in the habit of accomplishing wonderful things and sometimes it is hard to know where to stop. I remember a suitcase…
A monkey strolled slowly down to meet us, visible in the sharp light of naked bulbs from the shops, and sat down in front of us. We paused, nervous.
Delhi and Jaipur passed away, hot and wonderful, and we woke a week later in the mountains, the foot mountains of the Himalayas.
From Bangladesh, we had come, after my annual and tumultuous stint tucking the English language into small, busy heads. Tash came with me, of course, and we were a home for each other.
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