Globe Corner Blogs

It’s official. On December 23rd, at roughly 3:30am Indian Standard Time,  I will be landing in Delhi.

Starting on the 21st of December, just one day after exams, I’ll make my way to New York City to board a flight destined for Delhi, India (by way of Doha, Qatar). After spending two days there, I’ll take the bumpy hour-long flight to Kathmandu, Nepal. There, two days of temples, ancient Gods and Goddesses, and hopefully a Sherpa or two await (these are, of course, just my wildest fantasies of Nepal, which I’m sure are also wildly inaccurate, but I have some time to find out what to expect). From there, I’ll head back to Delhi for two packed days, dedicating an entire one to Agra and the Taj Mahal. Then I’ll be off to Shanghai, spending eight days wandering the glorious city, just winding down from the Shanghai Expo, before catching a flight back to my reality, Boston, Massachusetts. Continue Reading »

Yesterday I played “Customer.” It’s similar to playing “House,” only instead of  serving a dinner made of plastic to my stuffed animals I went on an imaginary vacation. I pored over every guide book available for the place, unfolded every map ever drawn, and then stood staring at the shelf perplexed and overwhelmed.

After the initial wave of panic subsided and I’d taken a deep breath–in through the nose, out through the mouth, flapping hand motions–I steadied myself and reached confidently toward the Québec shelf.

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Moon Handbook to New Jersey

I will soon be leaving the greater die-hard Red Sox fans area for a much needed escape from the city: in a few weeks I will be headed back down to Cape May, New Jersey. I went there last summer, and was so enchanted I can hardly wait to return.

Everybody has at least one place in the world that they go to in their heads to retrieve some quiet, relaxation, pleasant memories. Be it a seaside room from a honeymoon or a lush garden from childhood, this place exists for you alone and provides a sense of peace. Cape May is one of these places for me (and Erieau, of course).

On days when I need a reprieve from reality I can slip back into the hushed house near the beach, make myself a gin and tonic and sit on the porch. Or I can carefully apply suntan lotion to every exposed inch of fish belly-white skin and lie on the beach absorbing the warm sunlight, orange behind my eyelids. I can prove again my superiority at bocce ball while smelling our dinner of fresh fish on the grill. I can even watch the bats flit about above my head in the purple dusk and later amble down the darkened beach, sit in the life guard’s chair, and listen to the waves come ashore.

…Excuse me, I wandered there.