A Morning of Eavesdropping and the Invitation that Follows

I am sitting in Second Cup. I am in my hometown. It is a good morning. An old man caught me observing him and his friend at the table across from me. They have their newspapers out now, but they have been chatting away in Romanian, he told me. To my right, there is a…

Update: We Catch Up

The rumours are true. I am no longer in Mongolia. On Saturday (Mongolia Time) we headed to the airport, all packed and praying that our┬ámy bags were not overweight from the souvenir-y stuff and my pound of new postcards. Turns out, between both bags I had a whopping 6kg to spare! Incorrect bathroom scales are…

Green

I’m going through a min-culture shock – it’s happening all over the city! I honestly don’t recognize places anymore… the landscape is changing. I can hardly comprehend. It’s like another world, amidst the blue and grey and brown and white I am so used to. Green. Here’s your proof! After uploading some late pictures on…

A Man Named Tuesday, a Boy Named Bo

Sunday. Day 50 of our time in Mongolia. I meet a boy named Bo. Bo is not actually Mongolian. We met at International church. I don’t know much about Bo, and consequently this story is not really about him. The significance of Bo here is his name. I like it. Meeting Bo reminded me of…

Simply, a Late-Night Update

I’m under a silver-dollar moon and breathing crispy night air right now. I’m currently staring up at the stars and realizing that these are the same stars that have shone for basically forever, and seen from all over. Pretty cool, I assure you. Same stars as up North, same stars as PG, same stars you…