Wouldn’t you think that finding olive oil in Palestine would be easy? Of course you would. But I have news for you: It isn’t.  Well, it wasn’t for me when . . .

“I want to go abroad,” I told my husband one steamy tropical day after we’d been living in Ghana, West Africa for what seemed like ages and I was beginning…

Have you ever paid attention to foreign mannequins? As an expat, you come across some funky specimens abroad, some you might never see at home. Once so intrigued I took my camera and had some fun with it.

How to have a cheek-kissing orgy? Move to France, invite the neighbors. But be warned: hugging is taboo.

Why is this man here, in Ghana, running a restaurant? Is he a refugee from the law in Italy? Running from an Italian wife? The mafia? All three?