by Sophia Tellen
A long time ago she found her home in Barbados.
On February 27th 2008, World Travel Watch posted this alert for Barbados:
“Crime against tourists is low here and usually takes the form of petty theft, but twice in January tourist groups on guided tours of the island were held up at gunpoint. In
by Sophia Tellen
It was generous then, as it is now.
Greece was burning. In August 2007, 175 fires erupted simultaneously from the Ionian Sea in the west, Ioannina in the north and the Peloponnese in the south. Fed by gale force winds, walls of flame descended on houses and villages. The land of sun and
by Sophia Tellen
Everyone has their reasons for joining the pilgrimage.
At the end of August a few years ago I set out on the Way of St. James from St. Jean-de-Pied-de-Port to cross the Pyrenees. I carried six people’s intentions, including my own: six rolled-up scraps of paper in my money-belt. Come what may, I
by Sophia Tellen
It was 1956, she was out of boarding school—forever. Sixteen, and free, prepared for everything but life.
“The Hungarian immigrants to South Africa will be arriving in Vanderbijlpark next week. The Red Cross needs a volunteer to distribute clothes. Would the job interest you?” the Roman Catholic priest asked, all in a kafuffle.
It was 1963. One border was peaceful.
My elderly Uncle Joseph had often spoken to me about the ancient Hebrew alphabet and how each of its letters had cosmic significance.
