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cities of belonging: a calvino tribute

Of the many who seek Trilagos, only the mid-life traveler knows she is doing so. By the time she sets out, its name will have brushed across the tail end of her dreams for the better part of forty years, until the morning she awoke and plucked it from the ether.  Finally, she has something: a name, a city-state, an idea. It…

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i’ll keep you warm

My best friend, in Europe for the first time, wanted to buy a pair of sunglasses at Chanel.  We’d have four short days in Paris, a city she had always dreamed of visiting and, arguably, the very Mecca of fashion. Forget the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame: we had a mission. The very first morning, Google informed us that…

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you still have to go under

In October 2012, six months before we would decide to place our daughter in a therapeutic boarding school, my husband and I took both kids to Oman. Make sure you go diving, my sister had urged; the dive sites in Oman are world-class. My fear of the ocean, I’d told her, is world-class. It wasn’t our first conversation about it.  My…

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freckled bananas

Excited to plan our first real family getaway after the move to Saudi, we decided to rent a lake cottage in Sri Lanka, a half-mile inland along the island’s southwestern coast. I found the place online, and made the reservations. Minutes after I booked, the owner called me herself. I was new to this expat thing; I didn’t expect the barrage of questions.…

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making peace with chaos

“You can’t still be going, what with all that stuff on the news lately.”  Cue uncomfortable pause on the line. “And isn’t Egypt kind of… ‘third world’?  I mean, why do you keep picking places like that?” Fast forward to the last afternoon of three November days in Cairo, with a quick morning trip to Alexandria squeezed in.  We’ve zipped through…

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the truman show: life on an oil compound

The clocks won’t keep time here.  Six little words that sum up life on the compound, actually. After a while, it starts to feel like an ongoing debate your house is having with… itself.   The cordless phone claims 3:20, but the stove clock counters with 3:26.  The microwave, diplomatically, suggests splitting the difference at 3:23, while the alarm clock maintains they’re all…

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