Connecting Across Cultures
My alarm barely made a peep before I switched it off and got up. I brushed my teeth and got dressed, putting on my jacket and scarf. It was sure to be cold out. I unlocked the double doors separating my room from the breakfast room, trying not to let them creak. Stepping out, I…
“I’m almost half way to Fez, Morocco. My flight departed at 12:40pm — a delayed departure, so we should arrive in Fez around 4:00pm Central European Time. I’m not sure what time that will be locally, but I’ll find that out when I get there. This is a moment I’ve been anticipating most of my…
Recently I found myself back in Germany, only two-hundred kilometers northwest of my birthplace (Mainz) in the city of DΓΌsseldorf, strolling along the Rhine River with my friend, Tracy. I’d first met Tracy at a German-language meet-up in Seattle over seven years earlier, before she moved back East, to Boston. These days Tracy’s been living…