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I met a wonderful smart and handsome guy named Marc (see, Lola, I DO try…) on Easter Sunday, and the next day we took a walking tour throug the Paris he wanted to show me. The photos of me nicely posed on a bridge over the Seine (above), and in front of La Colonne at Place Vendome and the Palais de Justice (below) were taken by him. Sadly, we lost touch after that. 😦

What I realized I love about the developed world (European version):

–great trains that run on time

–bathrooms in the trains that are other than disgusting

–plentiful supplies of toilet paper in said bathrooms

–drinking water straight from the tap!

–ability, even in larger cities, to go for extended runs without asphyxiating oneself

–tennis on television!!!!!!

–supermarkets full of great cheeses, pastas, sauces

–many varieties of olives! (Colombo featured green and black, period; some Beijing foreign-food marts would have kalamata or imported Italian olives of OK quality)

–clean streets usually free of dog souvenirs

–the ability to be anonymous, since my skin color doesn’t make me stand out


What I (already) miss about the developing world:

-whole families coming home from work and school together on one motorcycle

–negotiable pricing in most places

–outdoor fruit and vegetable markets that kick butt

–vibrant community life on the streets, even in the big cities: from Beijing grandpas in their pj’s out walking their birdcages in the morning, to the neighborhood cricket boys in Colombo and everything in between

–bicycle fish vendors in Sri Lanka’s towns and villages

–learning new things every single day

— the sense of being special because my skin color makes me stand out



After two days of debriefing in Paris, I hopped Eurostar for a weekend at Peter’s place (thanks, as always, Peter) in London. Watching the rolling green fields slide past outside my window, I realized I’d also missed the kind of rolling green glaciated landscapes in which I’d grown up. Though Sri Lanka and China are both remarkably beautiful and I was constantly thrilled and excited to live and learn in them, and indeed I came to feel at home in so many ways, somehow they were always alien landscapes that my heart knew weren’t really mine, so to speak. I hope you enjoy these pictures. A few friends have informed me they’re eager to see the updates, and I’ve certainly been eager to get them up here. I have no idea if I plan to post over the summer or not. Consider me on summer vacation, from the blog as from all other obligations, until further notice. Get in touch personally, if you’d like to: I’m sure I’d love to hear from you.






Mom and I took a boat tour on the Seine, giving us a chance to see the city from river-level and get to know the bridges up close and personal. I’ve run by the river many times but hadn’t previously been on it.



One of many advantages to working with a Paris-based organization is that I get many friends who live in Paris, and get to spend enough time with and around them that I get to know neighborhoods that are off the tourist map. Above and below: views of the St. Antoine canal and its locks. Also above: Chateau de Vincennes seen from the Bois de Vincennes, and a monument you might recognize. 🙂





Mom and I had a great deal of fun exploring the city. The early- morning bridge by the Grand Palais is from an easter- morning run I took before Mom arrived, but the other three – rather obviously – are from our time together. Notre Dame looked especially lovely surrounded by blossoming trees which were encouraged by the incredibly unseasonal warmth and dryness that France (along with Germany and Switzerland) were experiencing throughout my entire trip.

Notre Dame’s famous rose window.

The Cathedral at Chartres








Scary images to threaten evil-doers up on the clock tower, and views of the fields around town seen from up top.


Tiny (and Beautiful!) Liechtenstein



Having been obsessed, as a stamp- collecting child in landlocked southern Ohio, by the world’s smallest countries, it came as a special treat to me to realize that “tiny” Liechten- stein is within easy day-trip reach of Zurich, where I was based for five days after Paris. (The “tiny” comes from a fragment Carrie remembers from a sports announcer who used the adjective in describing the home country of an Olympic skier at some point.) The country is idea: goregous, easily seen in one day with a bus bas for the Liechtenstein bus system, and just generally cute and fun. For an extra fee at the post office, you can get your passport stamped, but at the borders you’re unlikely to see any Liechtenstein authorities. Though the Austrians, when I made the mistake of walking too far down the road toward the border and then asking a question about a monument to “the events of 1945” involving the Russians, did take a great interest in my passport. Must be a boring assignment, the Liechtenstein border.

Factoids about the country: it’s in between Austria and Switzerland, on the upper Rhein (the wide riverbed with only a little water in it is the Rhein; that it was so low in mid-April tells you how bad the summer may be in Europe); it has its own ski area (you’ll see some shots below, both of the ski area and of the Rhein seen from high up) near the highest point, which is something like 2500 meters or so. I feel a bit bad about putting this ahead of my Zurich shots…but after all, how often do you get to see pictures from Liechtenstein? 🙂