In the morning, gathered around the kitchen table, we began to plan our day. Lancaster, to visit the older sister, was a definite. I would love to spend some time wandering around the countryside, driving too slow behind horses and buggies, picking up some apple butter, photographing the mysterious residents of Amish country, but that … More Sisterhood
The street where I live is always bustling with activity. There are briskly walking women in their 60s, deep in conversation about last night’s dinner, GMOs, consciousness, their thighs. There’s the pack of wild boys, hopped-up on sugar, racing on their bicycles down to the gas station on the corner for more sugar to fuel … More On the Street Where I Live
We were warned against street food and even fresh fruits and vegetables for the first few days, but when we spotted this little stand, how could we resist?! We loaded up with oranges, bananas and had the vendor lop off the tops of coconuts with a machete so we could drink the delicious water directly … More Street Food
To say that transporation is interesting throughout India would be a gross understatement. I saw very little evidence of traffic laws or directional signs yet there were also no accidents. Sharing the road goes way beyond allowing bicycles some space.
My first sense of India was in the town of Ahmedebad, Gujurat. I had no frame of reference for comparison and no expectations. I had only the images I’d see in movies as a guide and I didn’t expect them to be too accurate. What I found was this mysterious world unlike anywhere I’d ever … More On the Streets of Ahmedebad