We may not admit it, but we all do it. Go ahead and say it: “I watch tons of those cute Youtube videos.” You know the ones: kittens swatting pit bulls on the nose; puppies doing tail spins on throw rugs; and baby goats – well, doing just about anything.
It was 5:30 am and already I heard the sound. The whoosh-whoosh of the gardener’s broom told me he was nearby, capturing errant leaves that dared to fall overnight.
Singapore’s equatorial heat and humidity weren’t helping in our search for lunch in the Little India neighborhood. Nor was the traffic buzzing by on the noisy Serangoon Road.
Our crowded bus rolled across the undulating plains north of Belgrade, Serbia, on its way to Subotica. We were looking forward to the city’s Art Nouveau architecture, but unlike us, most of the other passengers onboard could expect nothing more than an uncertain future and the dream of a better and safer life in Europe.
In all our years of travel we’ve learned that no matter where we are on the globe, we can rarely predict what’s going to come out of a child’s mouth … especially if we’re holding a camera. And there’s the joy.
One of the best benefits of blogging is the people we meet. And this past year we’ve met so many of you – both virtually and in person, at home and abroad. What a joy!
She was born Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu in 1910 in Skopje, Macedonia (then Yugoslavia) to parents Nikola and Dranafile Bojaxhiu. At the age of 18, Agnes found her true calling and became Sister Mary Teresa – a name you perhaps have heard, but which still may have little special meaning to you.