A Bus Ride in Laos

Julie BeloussowLife, Travel

The driver’s nails are long and his patience short. He swipes his claws across the steering wheel and we take another hairpin curve, tilting as the wheels grip the dirt with whatever tread is left. The smell of deep fried frogs mingles with exhaust and fresh rain. The elderly woman with the frogs snaps off a leg in one hand, rolls up a small ball of sticky rice in the other and pops them into her mouth one after the … Read More

Bats And Blue Skies

Julie BeloussowLife, Travel

There are often moments of awareness that sporadically hit me as I travel. There is a certain clarity and presence that distinguishes itself from my previous life. Tonight was one of those nights. The grass beneath my bare soles was soft, warm, and so inviting. It had deceived me. Before I had even felt it I had already judged it. It appeared harsh, dried up and with little green left. It must be course, itchy, and possibly full of stickers … Read More