Travel is safe. Or, rather, travel is safe but with risks. Risks are involved in everything you do. It’s all about being comfortable living with them. I met a lovely woman in Hanoi. She was a little older than me and was traveling by herself. Four of us sat around a table drinking beer, when, Read More

  As I said earlier, I need to elaborate on the move to St. John’s. It starts off this way: Sometimes you move to a new place and you find a great person. Sometimes you both realize that there is something special there that you want to pursue. Sometimes, like in a fairy tale,, Read More

I learned a new word in Vietnamese class the other day: nhu cầu. It means demand, as in people often have many demands. My teacher asked me to use it in a sentence. I said that when I was in the United States I had many demands. In Vietnam, I had few demands. Let, Read More

The recent terrorist attacks in Paris were a frightening reminder that the world is not always a safe place. People were killed while they listened to music, ate at cafes, or were otherwise going about their business and enjoying life. The horrible images that are currently being splashed across televisions and computer screens worldwide, Read More

After 8 months, the pollution and noise of Hanoi is beginning to wear on me a bit. So, this past weekend, I fled the city. I spent two and a half days sitting on a porch in a small ethnic village called Ta Van. Vietnam has 54 ethnic minorities. The village I stayed in, Read More