TRAVELLIVE 2-2016
I have a three-year old daughter. To teach her basic science knowledge, I always play some interesting games with her. One of her most favorite games is “raining ice cube”. We put an ice cube above a glass of a little hot water. Some seconds later, tiny water droplets will fall down like a lovely “rain”. February comes, new season greets us with drizzling rain whose tiny droplets dampen our hair and shoulders, running down our windows and blurring the world across the pane. Once my daughter woke up early in the morning and pressed her face against the glass pensively, and asked me “Mommy Mommy, there are some ice cubes on our roof, right? Our house is warmer so it rains like this, huh?”
I have a three-year old daughter. To teach her basic science knowledge, I always play some interesting games with her. One of her most favorite games is “raining ice cube”. We put an ice cube above a glass of a little hot water. Some seconds later, tiny water droplets will fall down like a lovely “rain”. February comes, new season greets us with drizzling rain whose tiny droplets dampen our hair and shoulders, running down our windows and blurring the world across the pane. Once my daughter woke up early in the morning and pressed her face against the glass pensively, and asked me “Mommy Mommy, there are some ice cubes on our roof, right? Our house is warmer so it rains like this, huh?”
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Text and photos: Nguyen Chi Linh<br />
travel<br />
I smell the scents of spices on counters, view the colorful traditional<br />
scarves and shoes and admire the art of stone mosaic in some old houses.<br />
In the early morning, I savor the greasy taste of goat cheese served with<br />
aromatic bread and a cup of traditional hot cinnamon tea. These are also<br />
the most interesting things of Tunis in the heart of the Medina.<br />
I arrived in Tunisia from Casablanca,<br />
Morocco on a bitingly cold night in late<br />
winter. In my eyes, Tunis is quite modern<br />
with influences of the Persian Islamic<br />
architecture. Like other houses in the<br />
capital Tunis, the hotel where I stay is<br />
adorned with blue windows and white<br />
walls with colorful bougainvillea flowers<br />
hanging down in front of the gate. This<br />
is the distinctive architectural style of the<br />
Mediterranean.<br />
Every morning, I am awakened up by<br />
the clamping sounds of wheelbarrows<br />
delivering bread at 5am. The Medina<br />
preserves its antique beauty stones in the<br />
17 th century, which is cut into squares and<br />
tiled unevenly. The early morning sounds<br />
of wheelbarrows on the bumpy roads is a<br />
unique alarm of this land.<br />
It’s easy to understand why the Medina<br />
is called a fortress. Going deep into the<br />
city, houses are built high up. Streets are<br />
connected by antique stone staircases,<br />
making Medina a labyrinthine with<br />
countless gates. I even had to take a<br />
photo of the place I was staying before<br />
entering any gate in the Medina so that if<br />
I got lost, I would just show the photo to<br />
locals who are able to guide me.<br />
<strong>TRAVELLIVE</strong> 101
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