humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Finding Wisdom in The Bamboo Clusters of Cascata del Bosco
If you look up the reviews for Cascata del Bosco in San Vito, Costa Rica, you will find glowing remarks from very satisfied guests - all well deserved. With some places you get the sense reviews were paid for - not so here, these are people who were so moved by their experience they had to tell others. I found myself here as a result of a recommendation from my "Facebook family." I asked my group of fellow travelers to recommend a place close to the Costa Rican/Panama border, and several came back with "Go to Cascata del Bosco". So, after a little research, we reached out to the owner George and booked our stay.
By Suki Tranqille9 years ago in Wander
Crime Times - Growing Up In Africa
When most people hear that I grew up in Africa, their mind immediately wanders to images of a little Tarzan-like bush child, roaming the dense African Savanna's and grasslands with a pet lion by my side. This might be a slightly exaggerated opinion, but I really have been asked, countless times by a very ignorant few, if I do indeed have a pet *insert wild animal here*, if I live in a mud hut and, quite shockingly, why am I not darker skinned?
By Jami Murphy9 years ago in Wander
Fire on the Mountain: The Appalachian Culture
By 1966 in the mountains of North Georgia, much of the old folk knowledge was disappearing. The culture of Appalachia was being replaced with fast food and discount stores. This was a culture of oral tradition rather than the written word. The older people of the region had pursued a way of life learned from their parents and not too changed in over a century. Young people had discovered Wal-Mart and McDonald. The times had changed and there was no longer a need for weavers, blacksmiths, carters and ham curers.
By Kathleen Walls9 years ago in Wander
Changemakers, Please Stand Up
Close to a month ago, I was traveling on a day train from Coimbatore to Chennai. For the longest time, I seem to have cultivated the habit of standing by the edge of the train doors and gazing at the scenes flashing by. That day was no different. As the winds knotted my messy bun ever more, and my eyes danced in a blur of fields, a middle-aged lady tapped on my shoulder.
By Madhumita Prabhakar9 years ago in Wander
