“For the rest of my life, Zanzibar will be the Swahili word for rain. The rain would drizzle, spit, mist, downpour, shower, torrent, gust, deluge and blast. At one point it hit the ground so hard it created a haze… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I finally decided to adopt guidelines rather than set a budget. If it could be done at home, skip it. If I had done… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“There I was, poised on the edge of the high diving board of life, and the pool kept moving around.” — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“What I did not realize was that I also hoped to have an epiphany, to discover a cause to devote my life to, a… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“Writing [my journal] was the only way I could keep track of the last experience before a new one came along and erased the… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“For the rest of my life, Zanzibar will be the Swahili word for rain. The rain would drizzle, spit, mist, downpour, shower, torrent, gust,… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“Slowly, all the days became Saturdays, full of more sunlight than I could remember seeing in a long time.” — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“I like the idea that when I die, I will have a long sit-down chat with God and get answers to all my questions.… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“People dream. They talk about escaping from it all. Their friends and family diligently listen and politely ignore it when the ruminations fade into… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“While National Geographic magazine had given me a taste of the world, the three-dimensional details of this moment - the tickle of the rain… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“I was 8,569 miles away, 37 butt-numbing hours of travel across seven time zones in the last two days, or was it three? Amelia… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“Toilet paper was either bleached white or unbleached gray, yet there were more than a dozen kinds of ketchup and about 30 brands of… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“In a tree-shaded pasture, seventeen adult tortoises randomly stood around. As I fed them spinach leaves sold by an opportune vendor, they tolerated my… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“When we saw a destitute-looking man trying to sell worn flip-flops, I vowed never to complain about a job again. When I considered the… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
“It’s weird,” I said. “In one way I feel almost crushed by all the freedom, but the longer I travel, the more I feel… — Kristine K. Stevens Copy Share
