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A few weeks ago when I was in Burlington, one evening around 7:45pm I realized: “Hm … I’m hungry.” I looked out the window at the rainy sky and considered […]
When we used to live at the Staff House, Kelli and I would swing by the “Church Bar” to have a few Super Bocks, break out the cards and play […]
Around these parts, most everyone is obsessed with how much things cost. The other day I strolled two blocks up to the basketball court to shoot some hoops with a […]
When it comes to organized events in Angola, perhaps it’s fitting that the Portuguese word for ‘wait’ is the same as the one that’s used for ‘hope’ – esperar.
As in, “I hope this damn thing starts before I die of starvation / thirst / malaria / boredom.”
A while back I was lucky enough to spend four months traveling though Southeast Asia, bouncing around, eating street food and getting by where I could live fairly comfortably off […]
Listen as Angola relaxes to the soothing sounds of adult contemporary music.
“No one has to cross if they don’t want to,” Henriette belts out to the group. “I will stay behind with anyone who doesn’t feel comfortable crossing the water.” There […]
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words strung together lose grip in heat, sun and sounds. como se diz?
When we took a trip to Kalandula Falls the weekend before last, our group stopped at the N´dalatando Botanical gardens to break up the long drive and kill some time […]