I Can See Africa From My House

After a fast train drops us in Seville, Spain, I walk past a barber shop. It’s on…that darn song…sticking in my head for the two days we spend here. “I’m the Barber of Seville,” plays repeatedly in my mind, making me nuts…not from the opera, but from Bugs Bunny...

The Cost of Freedom

In Western Africa when we order food, we watch the workers run to the market and purchase items. We learn to nurse our drinks…because they will take hours to pound-out Fu Fu, slaughter a goat, or pluck a sewer-running chicken, but it is certainly fresh…no...

Leaving Madrid

Hello Friends, This morning we leave Madrid to fly to London to switch planes, then straight to Accra, Ghana. We should arrive there about eleven o’clock this evening. Madrid must mean”meat” in Spanish, (I know that it doesn’t)  but with every...