I always saw pictures of Westerners in Thailand at temples with their hands folded--what to me seemed like a hokey pose that didn't seem particularly respectful. That is, until I found myself there getting suckered into the very same things.
Some lessons on enjoying nature in China
There's something to be said for the trope of the labyrinth--confusion, discovery, loss, mystery. Theseus and the Minotaur, David Bowie's eponymous film, the various creatures of a little girl's frightened imagination. How can we find our way out of the endlessly twisting, confusing paths that life itself makes for us?
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.
Last October, a journalist in Malta was killed by car bomb. Last December, I went to Malta and took too many selfies. Oh, and did you hear about this election?
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
I didn't really know what to expect coming into China. People will tell you so many different contradictory things--half of them vague observations, half of them lazy racist stereotypes. I've been here for almost a month now, and I'm still not quite sure what to make of it.