I have my students sit on the carpets as I pull out the boxes. “These are from my very good friend and mentor Pat Dubrava.” “What’s a mentor?” Bayu interrupts. “It’s like a teacher,” Ray chimes in. “Yes, someone wise … Continue reading
2pm. Suddenly really out of it. All the muscles in my body cramp. Try calling the doctor; she isn’t available until tomorrow, so I hurry home, get in bed, sure I have malaria or a bad flu. E will take … Continue reading
Traffic to work on the bypass was terrible, backed up half a mile from the light, and it was tough trying to hold position with motorcycles who didn’t think my pedal bike deserved space on the road. When we got … Continue reading
It is an open-air, bamboo structure looking out on the beach.
Just spent the afternoon coaching the first game of SIS’ 7th grade, boy’s futball team. Though we were not very good and the futball here is a little wonky (teams of 6, no off-sides, 15min halves), it was fun to … Continue reading
Yesterday, Ali and I woke early and got a ride north over the narrow, steep and winding mountain roads, past small villages built so close to the street that front doors open onto this busy thoroughfare, to Lovina (a man … Continue reading