Category Archive: Frontier Market Scouts

No French New York City, but We Finally Found Black People

No French New York City, but We Finally Found Black People

Wednesday ends up a series of happy accidents.  We awake not later than normal and walk to the square to get fries to go, as a snack to eat on our way to a more proper breakfast. I want a green smoothie and a salad or something (or rather my…

 

Change of Plans

Change of Plans

We wake up early to buckets of rain pouring onto the skylight. In Belgium there is a saying: sa drache; it’s bucketing. We manage to leave the house at a more reasonable hour, and poke our heads into yet more police activity in the little square where …

 

Not a Great Day for Democracy

Not a Great Day for Democracy

Belgium has the oldest compulsory voting system in the world, and goes to great lengths to enforce it. Matthias received a ballot and voting instructions all the way in the States for the election that was held here on Sunday (we voted last week, and i…

 

Welcome Home

Welcome Home

Beinvenue à la maison doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Another one of those untranslatable things. There’s a massive canvas of the Brooklyn Bridge in our Brussels apartment. There are Burton and all manner of other snowboard/skateboard/surfing w…

 

Pour Chatman

Pour Chatman

Meow. Et je te marque aussi. Je sens : je suis très drôle.

 

Fez by Foot

Fez by Foot

Today we walked around the Medina in Fez, the old walled city. If you’ve never been in an old city, you need to imagine a place with not a square inch of public dirt or grass. The cobbled lanes have narrow low gutters on either side, and shops and door…

 

Royal Air Maroc

Royal Air Maroc

I hadn’t prepared myself for Morocco smelling like Africa, too—that sweet, earthy, dusty smell of sand, vegetation, and fires. As soon as I step off the plane, I take whole lungfuls of that sweet air, smiling as I saunter down the stairs of the gangway…

 

I Love You, Always Will

I Love You, Always Will

I Love You, Always Will ‘I love you,’ I told Julian as he scooped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder, heading out the door. ‘I love you,’ he said, matter-of-factly, ‘Always will.’ I walked him to the door, kissed him goodbye, and bade him safe travels on…

 

A Day on Jury Duty

A Day on Jury Duty

This past Wednesday, I left the house just after 7AM in order to be able to report for jury duty promptly at 8:30AM at Quincy District Courthouse. I left the courthouse that day around 4:30PM, sharing handshakes, well wishes, and gratitude with the other six members of the jury of which…

 

Emerald Reflections

Emerald Reflections

Two months (and one day) after we returned home, I wanted to write down some final reflections of our trip. I’m delayed, yes. But I’m also doing this for myself, so being on time matters less. This will be question-and-answer style—the questions that I asked Daddy as we mused over…

 
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