On Saturday my host and his daughter took me to the mud volcano of Totumo about 50 miles outside of Cartagena. Driving along the turnpike Highway 90 in Northern Colombia we passed rich fields with views of the ocean and rolling hills with c... Read more
The Art of Bargaining
Nothing has a set price.
This is the first thing you must learn in a third world country. The art of bargaining is a must, and for many North Americans who only bargain for a house or a car, and who find that quite disagreeable, bargaining ... Read more
Cultural differences can lead to misunderstandings. Ask me, I know.
Yesterday I went into the kitchen to prepare oatmeal for breakfast. The Senora was there heating milk for my coffee. When I told her I wanted some "avena" and I would make... Read more
The Phone "Booth."
Okay, the day of the phone booth has passed. Clark Kent will have to find another place to disrobe, and most of the world has found that cell phones, even in remote areas are the order of the day. But in many third world countries, some peo... Read more
The Corner Store
In my youth the mom and pop corner store was a reality. Just about every corner in the Philadelphia neighborhoods had the corner zoned for commercial use.
The luncheonette, the butcher, the druggist, the ice cream store and the small gr... Read more
A Child on my Knee
Years ago when I was an old mother (my child was born when I was almost 36) I enjoyed sitting in the rocker, nursing him, singing him to sleep, and later reading books.
I still love doing that (well, not nurse) ... Read more
The Shortest Distance Between Points
My host knows nothing about mathematics or geometry. Except to the occasional student I am willing to bet that math is a subject to be taught in theory, for the pure devilment of educators, for with the exception of sums one does in one's head,... Read more
The Sounds of Cartagena
Today, as I was doing the laundry in the wringer washer and waiting for each load to finish I sat in the patio of this railroad-car style house and just listened.
Of course there was the swishing of the washer but as I sat in the sun I he... Read more
Not a Drop to Flush
We take so many things for granted...water, electricity, food, instant access to the world by the Internet. So when first world inhabitants don't have these things they feel deprived and maybe a little or a lot inconvenienced.
This mornin... Read more
It's Not on The Tracker
This is nothing new to me, nor is the frustration of not being able to find common South American fruits and vegetables on the tracker.
Oh, for sure, you can find, papaya, mango and plantains on the tracker. Ditto, pineapple, apples and p... Read more
Share a walk through the Historic District of Cartagena
Highlight and Right click on open link. hope that works for you.... Read more
It's barely 8 am and all the ladies on my block in Cartagena are out on the street sweeping. Lucilla, the grandmother is out, sweeping leaves, dirt, trash that people have carelessly thrown and water from last night's rain shower.
She is... Read more
First Day at Sta. Rita Daycare
My hair was hardly dry when Libary, the volunteer coordinator peeked into my room and asked "Are you ready to go?" I put down the dryer, gathered up my books and toys, stashed then in my canvas bag and headed out the door and down the road ... Read more
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The Day at the Beach that Never Was
I was waiting around for almuerzo (mid day meal) with the intention of going to the beach afterward. At 2 pm Max said, "Ruth, Vamos!" ' Where?', I asked, "To the beach,' he replied. They were going to take me to one of the local beaches, but ins... Read more