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GalleryThe Bones

I'm going to let you in on a little secret: my parents are building a house on Cape Cod. I've never seen one constructed before, but every day we spend here I'm transfixed by the activity that surrounds us, and the fruits of this immense labor. Especially the stage of framing right now; it may not have windows or doors, shingles or floorboards, but the bones are there. You can stand in the sand and run your eye along these elegant forms made out of wood and joined together with mortise and tenon like they were always intended to be just so. It lives. View Gallery »

GalleryThe Secret Garden

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GalleryA few things we could get used to

Golden light and the feeling of basking in it

The shuffling sound through leaves and the stomping nosies boots make on pavement

A belly full of warm food

Long, long, long shadows

The feeling of bare feet on carpet

Things that look pretty when dried

Fresh bread and the people who bake it

All those things that go translucent when the sun shines through them

The cold air; cold enough to have weight and body but not enough to make you numb

A walk in the woods View Gallery »

This was a marvellous evening. I gave my parents actual hugs. We had good conversation in English. We ate multiple vegetable items that were delicious, homemade, and uncooked. We drank an American beer. We rode as passengers in a car on a road where there were white and yellow lines and people used them! I didn't consider death once. In this ingenious vehicle, I was even able to take a nap while we were still in motion.

This evening we took a shower with water that no one would dispute as being hot; there was even steam. As I was brushing up, I remembered just in time that I could put my toothbrush under the tap to rinse it.

It's good to be home. We'll be in the US until the beginning of January. We'd love it if you'd say hello. 

GalleryFood, folks and fun

A Rajasthani Sturbridge Village filled with camel cart rides (to rock your spine), Rajasthani hand-spun pottery (pssst, don't mind the motor), tightrope walking, doll and bangle shops, Rajasthani dance and a fire breather, puppet theater, Indian-style carnival attractions (apparently the world over this involves shooting things) and even a palm reader (who, not surprisingly, gathered the longest lines). After our tour, we went inside for some Rajasthani fare - thick curries, kichiri, chole, thick roti, and halva that the waiter even fed to each guest.

Here's a look at some of the highlights of week two in Mumbai. I'm lovin' it. View Gallery »

GallerySweaters, rockets and old firefighters

We attended our first ugly sweater party on Sunday in honor of Papa, Matt's grandfather, who died last year from cancer at the wise old age of 93. He was a wonderful, sweet man who valued family above all else. This photo with him and Grammy was taken in 1942. They were in their early 20s. View Gallery »

GalleryMerry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, happy holidays, or whatever strikes your fancy. Also, welcome Harvey, our newest - muppet - family member. He’s a PI from Fort Lauderdale, Fl. He adores cabaret and shrimp cocktail. He’s watching you.  View Gallery »

Home Again

It's funny how small the world really is. For some reason air travel still feels very strange to us. There's something not quite right about being able to wake up in a hotel room in Thailand and 31 hours later climb into a bed in Connecticut on the other side of Earth. At least it seems odd that you can do it without getting scurvy, losing half the crew and sinking a ship. In any case, Anjuli and I left the warm humid storms of the Gulf of Thailand this morning and 9,500 miles later we stepped outside at JFK into the chilly NYC rain.

We weren't planning to come back to the US so soon, but sometimes it just makes sense to be home. I need to recuperate and get my strength back, we wanted to get out of the tropics before one of us picked up another disease, and we have to finish planning ... View Post »


Breakfast nook in Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro


This is what the breakfast table looks like when you live out of a hotel room and everything edible you own is stored in a plastic bag.