In Good Company

In an exercise to exorcise my inner introvert, I accepted an invitation to spend New Year’s Eve with ten strangers in Sydney. One degree separated me from my host, Pauline, who is the sister of the mom at the farm I stayed at in Wingham a few weeks ago. With representatives from Italy, Switzerland, Lebanon…

Turn Left at the Mosque

It happens in almost every city I visit. I am asked for directions – and I often know where to direct the lost souls. I was in Sydney less than twenty-four hours and was asked in a train station where was Platform 7. Up the stairs to the left. I had a flock of tourists…