I had planned to eat mopane worms tonight, but instead I’m facing a hamburger and fries. I am not amused. Having traveled thousands of miles across the African continent I …

The joy of foreign housing: I would have gladly traded in the urinal for a standard-sized dishwasher.

The Dutch are a down-to-earth, pragmatic lot. It’s in our genes. Just watch Dutch children. It’s a treat.

My French village is not in the guidebooks. It’s not swarming with sweaty tourists in shabby shorts. So what’s so special?

The joys of expat housing can be many, but screechy concerts on the roof and crappy plumbing are not among them.