by Marie-Jo Mont-Reynaud Dèyè mòn gen mòn, a Haitian proverb, says that “behind mountains there are more mountains.” My photo, like the Creole phrase, has several layers of meaning. At first glance, two children gaze peacefully upon the vastness of the Haitian countryside, an infinite space of possibilities. But I look at this photo through…
by Stephanie Block My grandmother was born in Shanghai, China, around the turn of the twentieth century. and she died before I ever got to meet her, choking on a fishbone in the middle of a dinner party in Oahu. Everyone’s jaws drop when I mention the countries that have hosted my fair-skinned, almond-eyed family:…
by Wendy H. King An unexpected, late-September afternoon rain bombarded Granada, interrupting my walk in the Albayzín, the old Muslim quarter of the former capital of the Moorish Empire. I found sanctuary from the downpour in an Arab teahouse, or tetería, until the rain subsided. Golden-velvet light, swirling Middle Eastern music, and incense immediately soothed…
by Suzanne Wright With its cosmopolitan cities, Roman temples, stunning hotels, and the grandeur of the Sahara, this North African Country holds numerous surprises for visitors. A message has been delivered to my room, in French. With my rusty, rudimentary high school language skills I can’t quite make it out, so I call the front…
by Jaye Beldo During a press conference at the World of Wearable Art (WOW) show, a video camera was pointed at me, one of the journalists there to interview the founder of the highly successful show. “What would be the most desirable thing for tourists to want to come to New Zealand for?” a fairly…
Rich Arabian nights and delicious jasmine days…it’s easy for a Diva to find solace in an Egyptian palace at the foot of the Great Pyramids. As the round, burnt-orange sun falls behind the rolling Egyptian sands, palm trees glow with the reflection of the day’s heat. It is 2004, and the same sun that set…
The lessons I’ve learned by flying solo The morning of my solo check-flight arrived with an unpleasant gusting 18-knot wind. I stood on the tarmac and surveyed the gusts, 2 knots faster would force me to cancel my check flight – the Cessna I flew could not handle 20-knot winds hitting the side of the…