Rasmenian Detritus

Official Website of Author Rasmenia Massoud





For our last full day in Salta & our final free day in Argentina, we’d planned another tour. This one, however, was a bit different. This time, our guide & driver were two separate people. We rode in a little bus rather than a pickup truck, would be making fewer stops & wouldn’t be hanging out in any strange, tiny outposts with mummies or singing gauchos. Instead, we’d sit in [...]





The reason we went to Buenos Aires had nothing at all to do with fun. It was all about work. Specifically, Olivier’s job. Occasionally, the company he works for sends people to Argentina, or puts some Argentinians on a plane for France. They’d sent Olivier to Buenos Aires for a week a couple of years ago, but I stayed home. It wasn’t a sad thing, since I had a BFF [...]





We climbed aboard the bus to Delphi & took a gander at the other passengers. A few elderly couples, a few 40 or 50-somethings. A woman with her nose in a book & one couple with a little boy. All together, there was only about 20 of us in the group. “We lucked out,” Olivier said. “The bus isn’t even half-full & there’s only one little kid, who doesn’t seem [...]





“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” – T.S. Eliot * The year of 2010 just didn’t go according to plan. Then again, looking back, I can’t recall a single year of my life yet that has.  That’d just be spooky & weird if nothing unexpected happened.  Not to mention boring, [...]


Categories: Whatever



I used to laugh at germaphobic freaks like me.  I’d see them with their Lysol, alcohol pads & sanitizing gel, talking about “that bug that’s been going around” & I would shake my head & laugh. Paranoid freaks. Sitting at my desk, in the office where I worked, I’d watch my coworkers as they passed around a can of Lysol.  “Keep that shit away from me,” I’d tell them.  When [...]


Categories: Life in Paris



“No vacation goes unpunished.” ~Karl Hakkarainen “No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” ~Lin Yutang “The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” ~G.K. Chesterton . When the guy across the aisle from us began [...]