My White Heroes

During my “Europe Voyage” I was looking for historical figures from my nations of origin who I could admire and emulate. In reflection, there were four with whom I came into contact who really impressed and challenged me.  Here I will share a little about each… … More My White Heroes

Of Boats & Bridges

Years before I started this blog, I pondered the analogies of boats and bridges. I love the idea of boats and bridges because they make it possible for cultures to meet one another and intersect. But boats haven’t always transported willing riders and some lands haven’t always been willing recipients of new arrivals.  Tracing the story of human migration, reveals a patchwork of both willing and unwilling migrations.  Boats and bridges are not always so pretty. … More Of Boats & Bridges

Part 2 – My Top 10 Travel Blunders & How I fixed them

If you enjoyed part 1, you’ll definitely eat up part 2.  #6-9 all happened in the same week.  Though this one week in my travels had the most blunders and thus was the most expensive, it was also the most exciting.  It was spontaneous, risky, and amazing.  I would totally do it again, but making … More Part 2 – My Top 10 Travel Blunders & How I fixed them

Part 1 – My Top 10 Travel Blunders & How I Fixed Them

My parents raised me in a foreign country with the mantra, “Sometimes we pay for our lessons.”  Linguistic and cultural barriers are just part of the landscape of international travel or living and as the visitor, it’s pretty likely we’ll goof up here or there. This perspective has helped me have grace on myself on … More Part 1 – My Top 10 Travel Blunders & How I Fixed Them

In Transit

Life is about the in between spaces, the liminality or limbo where you’ve left some place but you haven’t arrived in the next place yet.  It’s like being a traveler in transit. I’m doing a lot of transiting (and train-sitting) on my Europe Voyage, and there’s something surprisingly comforting about it.  As a TCK, Third … More In Transit

The English, part 1

When I handed the train conductor my ticket, he said, “Thank you, Love!”  That’s when I knew I wasn’t in England any more. I’m skimming the coastline in northern Wales on my way to catch a ferry to Dublin.  I’ll spend my next week touring Ireland with a group of InterVarsity students (American study-abroad students … More The English, part 1