What’s your name? What’s your identity? Как Вас зовут? Russian class was offered at our rival high school. I had to bus there and back each day and eat my lunch in transit. That didn’t deter me. The teacher was great and loved my enthusiasm for the...
If you’re reading a lot of LinkedIn right now, as I am, you might think a rethink is in order. You’d be in good company. Lauren Kaplan’s LinkedIn post titled “Rethinking Foreign Aid in Africa: Between Dependency and Development” asks a pressing question:...
Yesterday Ramon surprised me with a foot massage. He has innumerable wonderful qualities, but this has never happened before. I think he’s worried about me. I am too. All U.S. foreign aid – a fraction of 1% of the U.S. budget – has been halted. And...
There are no words to describe Matera. Even pictures are too small and contained. Video is not bad, but it’s still hard to capture. The old city is deep in what looks like a limestone quarry stretching over miles, with carved stone homes and businesses connected...
Ali, Shane and I rented a car in Salerno and went on a proper tootle across the ankle of Italy’s boot, stopping in three different places for a couple of nights each. Shane, as per custom, had done his research, and more’s the logic there: this part of the...
The Washington Post would have us not go to the Amalfi Coast, because the influencers have ruined it! They’re not entirely wrong, of course, because it is full to overflowing, and every once in a while as you’re walking you come upon some scene the...
