Author: Alexandra Thompson

I was arranging the last place setting in a kitchen in Oaxaca when the kettle whistled, and my guests—an elderly…

I was perched on a rickety balcony in a wind‑swept Andean village, the thin white clouds pressing against the stone…

I was crouched beside a flickering oil lamp in a mud‑brick home on the outskirts of Darjeeling, the rain drumming…

I was perched on a balcony in the highlands of Bhutan, the prayer flags snapping like a metronome, when a…

I was perched on a stone wall outside a remote monastery in the Himalayas, the wind tugging at the frayed…

The first time I lifted the heavy ceramic jar from a bustling market stall in Oaxaca, the scent of tangy,…

Imagine me perched on a balcony in the old quarter of Kathmandu, the city’s incense mingling with the mountain air,…

Imagine this: I’m perched on a narrow balcony in a sweltering Delhi high‑rise, the city’s honking chorus below, my work…

I was perched on a weather‑worn bench in the middle of Marrakech’s spice market, the air thick with cumin and…

Imagine the roar of a Delhi‑to‑London flight announcement cutting through a sea of travelers, and there I am, juggling a…