by Ian Bridgman It was Easter Sunday. The clear aqua blue water splashed gently against the white sand of the beach, crowded with picnicking families. I saw the helicopter a ways off the shore, going back and forth. And then again. And again. I thought it was one of the sightseeing choppers that give happy...
by Ted Tripp I get asked this question a lot, and I realized, that with one month left, I have yet to write about what it is like to actually live here in Martinique as a Language Assistant. Let me fix that. Most Americans have no idea where Martinique is, let alone what it...
by Ian Bridgman It was my 3rd Sunday in Martinique, and my first since moving into my own apartment after spending the first two weeks living with the director of the school where I teach. It was time to search for a church. From what I saw during my first year here, Martinique seems to...
After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes, and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who...
