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Finding the Extra in the Ordinary
Growing up I was always scared. Didn’t really know why. I just was. Maybe it was the white kid-black neighborhood story. Maybe it was the traumatic stories my family had shared with me growing up. Or maybe I was just a wimp. On the property I had grown up on at 11th and Chelten in Philadelphia, PA, my father had built a three-story tree house. Not sure whether the house helped cultivate my…
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Want to make an impact? Live faithfully.
Want to make an impact? #LiveFaithfully
The small children cheered when they saw him. Some pulled at his clothes, some simply hugged whatever body part they could grasp. It was a remarkable contrast. Here stood a middle-aged plump white man from the United Kingdom surrounded by a horde of small dark-skinned Ugandan boys and girls. Despite their differences, the villagers welcomed Roy as if he was family. He had been there many times…
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A Whisper Called Home
A Whisper Called Home. A tale of world travelers and the thing they're missing.
“You will have 5 sons! 5 SONS!!! Hee hee hee”, shouted the elderly Emirati man. My wife calls him Baba. She wasn’t pregnant yet but he was so adamant, in a cute way, that we encouraged his predictions. It helped that Baba had far more wrinkles than teeth. It also endeared him to us the way he walked quickly but intentionally despite that fact that he had lost a foot. He was like an aged Arab…
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True Country: A different Virginia story.
“Here’s what you gotta do. Turn on the shower as hot as possible. Stick your head under there and all that stuff will come right out. I’ve done it.” It was a gross image. Stuff coming right out. I didn’t know what “stuff” but I’m pretty sure I didn’t want to see “it” coming out. Especially since I was currently having breakfast. I wasn’t a part of this conversation, I was simply sitting at a…
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The Quiet Nicaraguan and La Lengua of Joy
La Rocha is a quiet man. Not quiet in how he held his tongue, rather quiet in his demeanor. How someone can speak openly and yet still carry such a reserved way baffles me. His words are quick and to the point, always thoughtful and insightful but rarely playful. That is until, he begins to speak in Spanish. Then his words are anything but reserved. The second he breaks in to Spanish, his visage…
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The Freckled Traveler Returns... Just in Time
The Freckled Traveler Returns… Just in Time
“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life.” What if the quote ended there? What if Rocky Balboa had walked away after stating just how difficult life can be? …
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Walking in the Great John McShain's Footsteps, As Far as the Eye Can See
Walking in my great uncle John McShains footsteps, the millionaire and man of faith
The moment was surreal. The bells from St. Mary’s Cathedral rang out over Killarney National Park. Up ahead a woman walked her small dog. A family of four cycled down the path. A couple stood to the side studying the park map, planning their course of action. The flowers in the gardens to the right swayed gently in the midday breeze. Far off to the left, the gold and hunter fields let out onto…
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London - A Marching Town
London – A Marching Town
The crowd of men stormed past the bar. Was it a mob? It looked like a mob? There were police men following them. It must be a mob? It all happened so quickly. One minute we were eating lunch at The Sugarloaf Pub, the next we were shielding our little as men ran frantically into and out of the establishment. What was all this chaos about? But just before I constructed a barrier of wooden tables…
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From Zayed to Zayed: Everything Comes Full Square in the Final Days of Abu Dhabi
The darkness behind Sheikh Zayed Stadium made the lights streaming from the top of the colonnade that much more dazzling. Maybe it just felt that way because it was the final time I’d see it. Four years ago I had looked up at those same lights in confusion as I tried to find a way into the stadium. Gaelic Football season was about to start and that night was the first practice. Lucky for me a…
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It was nice to be one of those people for a change. You know the ones. They come out around 12 pm every Friday. Standing by the street with one arm raised toward the sky. Its almost as if in triumph, like they know the victory to come. They are adorned in bright colors and decadent jewelry, to match the feast in which they are preparing.
They are, of course, the brunch goers. Or for the sake of shear mummery, the Brunchians. And this Friday, we were one of them.
With a 7-month-old infant, any excursion out into the world is an accomplishment worth celebrating. Sitting still and allowing us to eat more than 5 bites of our dinner is an accomplishment worth celebrating. This day, however… we had booked the nanny.
Brunchians unite!
Brunches in Abu Dhabi vary in duration and cuisine but they all have one thing in common. Food. And lots of it. Some specialize in seafood, some Mexican, some are meat lovers’ dreams and veggie lovers’ nightmares. Many offer a wide mix. And mix is what people do.
They are a lot like a buffet, except these tend to have a chef standing there for every food. Lobster tail… YOU get a chef! Sushi station… YOU get a chef! Ice cream dipped in nitrous… YOU GET A CHEF!
It’s a lot like Oprah (minus the cars).
What is fascinating is how all of those things are combined in one meal… and on one plate usually. People throw out any regard for what does or does not mix to satisfy their numerous and decadent cravings.
Jerry Seinfeld describes this eclectic buffet mentality perfectly in a recent comedy set on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.
The momentary result of such decadence is a very content palate. The final result of willingly sacrificing your digestive system to such vast arrays of flavors might not be so pleasant. But in the end, sometimes you have to throw it all on the plate and simply join the Brunchians.
Cheers!
The Weirdest Meal You Never Ordered #brunchlife #TheBrunchians @YasViceroy @InAbuDhabi It was nice to be one of those people for a change. You know the ones. They come out around 12 pm every Friday.
Light Up the Lanterns – Last Night in Vietnam in 3 Minutes (Video Tour) Vietnam holds a special place in my heart. That is largely in part to the enchanting old world feel of a small town called Hoi An in the center of the country.
Kuala Lumpur = 2 towers+2 parks+1 famous cartoonist
Kuala Lumpur = 2 towers+2 parks+1 famous cartoonist
Looking up at the two spires towering into the sky, I was more drawn to the bridge halfway up which connected them. The building was impressive, but it wasn’t magical – as the name “patronus” towers would suggest. The real name was Petronas, as in Petronas Oil and Gas Malaysia. What WAS magical was the park found just behind. It’s rolling hills and varied foliage led one to believe they had just…
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You Need to See It to Believe It: Day 5 and 6 in Vietnam
Food People & Places Miscellaneous Mayhem
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The Vietnamese are Trying to Steal My Child: Day 4 in Vietnam
Her seasoned hands reached for the child longingly. Her wrinkled mouth opened wide in what was meant to be a smile, demonstrating her rotten teeth. She clapped loudly for the baby’s attention, as if the loud sound would disarm the mother of her apprehensions. Worst case scenario was she picked up Eva and tossed her into the nearby canal. Morbid yes. But these are the thoughts of a new parent…
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Dry Shoulders and Warm Hearts: Day 3 in Vietnam
The rain fell in droves and we had not yet purchased our conical hats. The rain we expected. This was ‘Nam. I’ve seen Forest Gump.however, the fact that we had lasted 4 days without buying the prototypical hats worn by Vietnamese rice farmers? That was shocking. We had gone in search of a lunch spot, to satisfy both our hunger and our need to be out of the rain. When we saw the small house with…
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Surrounded by Foreigners: Day 2 in Vietnam
It was a small table. It felt even smaller because the groups on our right and left were foreign to us. The group on our right consisted of three french women. The group on our left consisted of an irishman, a danish girl, and a german. It could have been the start of a joke, but instead, it was simply the start of our meal on this second day in Vietnam. Down a dark alley and up four flights of…
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Brought to Tears: Day 1 in Vietnam
The waiter set down two plates in front of us. One was Sichuan Beef. One was a seafood stir fry. We had just arrived to our AirBnB 20 minutes earlier. One bite of my meal and I had to sit back in disbelief. This one bite held more flavor than I had ever experienced. It was as if my palate had laid dormant for 30 years of my life, as if my tongue had been living a half life. And suddenly, they…
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