Imichil, so the story went, was a village in the High Atlas Mountains where, on the last weekend before the snows closed the passes, Berber shepherds come down from even higher in the mountains to...

When I was in high school, it never occurred to me to want to go to high school in Fiji. I just wanted to be in Fiji. Then when I actually saw Fiji, high school...

The first year Peggy and I lived in Morocco, Ramadan landed in August. The entire month of August, during which the Faithful were forbidden to eat or drink anything during daylight hours . . ....

Last Monday was Pearl Harbor Day and nobody came. That was the news from Honolulu: “No veterans attend today’s ceremony.” Pearl Harbor Day wasn’t even marked on my buddy, Don’s calendar, although Kwanza is. And...

The Yucatan is one enormous slab of limestone riddled with caves. Or, maybe, just one huge cave that runs through the whole thing. Nobody really knows because nobody has been able to walk around in...

When we lived in Botswana, one of our best friends was a white South African. Back during Apartheid, Jeff had been drafted into the army and sent to Angola to fight Cubans. It was a...

Of the strange things that happened while we were overseas, one of the strangest was that the World Cup was in South Africa and that the American soccer team was good enough to get invited....

Our second year in Botswana started with a film festival at one of the local schools, and Peggy and I went. Quett Masire, the second president of the country was there, along with all the...