We hear Emilia crying in the night and we wake up to a troubled lot this morning. Commotion in the garden, concerned voices. We see a strange woman by the servants’ quarters, her head covered with a scarf of market cloth in a way that is not familiar to me. She’s African, but not from around here.
While living abroad in various foreign climes, I do lunch with friends, just like I would do at home. Have something nice to eat, do some chatting and philosophizing, admire…
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Expat Foodie: How to Get Pregnant
How to get pregnant? In Kenya a farmer offered me a magic goat sausage, worried my prince and I had not yet produced a baby.