November 27, 2011

Traveling to Nepal has been a joy.  Meeting our friend Chet’s wonderful family — and living with them like part of the family (although we are never allowed to lift a finger!) — has been an extraordinarily happy adventure.

Chet’s brother Shree has taken us to some of...

November 13, 2011

Sumitra is tall and model-thin with waist-length black hair and large, almond eyes.  She’s 16, a beautiful, studious girl who speaks Nepali and English fluently.  She loves biology and discusses it at length with Chris, bringing schoolbooks to him on the family’s balco...

November 6, 2011

We are in Bhaktapur, Nepal, an ancient town near Kathmandu, with our friends Chet and Annie.  Chet is from Nepal and we’re staying with his family.  Thirteen people, spanning three generations, live in the house, and now they are hosting five of us, including Annie’s m...

October 30, 2011

I shouldn’t tempt fate by saying this, but 2011 has been the worst year Chris and I have faced in our 25 years together.  I would even go so far as to say no other year comes close, not even the year my mom died, or my cancer year.

This year has been full of a series...

May 15, 2011

Chris and I placed our world on temporary hold to visit his parents, ages 91 and 87.  Chris’s folks are amazing people.  But back there, things move slowly.  Back there, dinner comes with ear-splittingly loud TV, but that’s the only electronic disturbance.

T...

August 30, 2009

I always tell people I have the world’s smallest family.  It’s nearly true; I’m completely without parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings or children.  As a result, I spend much time with friends, usually those near my own age.

People in any age group sha...

August 16, 2009

I wasn’t eager to visit the Bible Belt due to its reputation for fundamentalists and bigots, especially since we’ve got those at home.  But the big regional differences turned out to be humidity and rain.

Arriving in Louisville, Ky., we just missed a storm that brough...

June 28, 2009

In 2007, a couple of days after my last chemotherapy treatment, I was riding in a bus along the unspoiled, completely undeveloped white sand and turquoise waters of Cuba’s Matanzas province.  It was late November and I was intoxicated by the sun, the water, the beauty...

May 4, 2008

When Chris and I visited a rugmaker's gallery in Morocco in 1995, we were enchanted by the rich colors, the gorgeous patterns, the acrid smells, the foreignness of the entire experience.

The refined salesman, fluent in English, Spanish and Arabic, could convert prices...

May 20, 2007

A few years back I gave a lift to a lost Italian woman who was vacationing in Salt Lake City.  We struggled to speak to one another, each trying out languages we had studied but didn't normally speak.

We talked for about 10 minutes.  Then we exchanged e-mail addresses...

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All of Barb Guy's columns appear here. There are 159 of them, beginning in 2003 and ending in 2013. The newest one is on top and you can work your way backwards if you like.

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