That time I went to a stranger’s house for dinner, and took a bad picture!

It’s Saturday. We’ve been here in Antakya for a few days now, but I still haven’t gotten used to this suffocating, humid heat, this constant wind that feels like it’s coming from a freshly opened oven. It’s Saturday, and Carol, “our boss,” has come to visit us. It’s nice to know she’s here with us […]

That time I went to a stranger’s house for dinner, and took a bad picture! Read More »