WHILE I was leisurely reading my morning paper, Din Floro—my senior in IM, now a gastroenterology fellow—and Niño Lucero, the plastic surgeon who doubles as an Instagram rockstar, sat in front of me and joined me for breakfast. The music playing was John Mayer's "Love On The Weekend." Our morning chat was a pleasant surprise; but alas, duty called. It's admitting day today.
Nothing arouses playfulness like the first experience of snow. From Gare Paris Est, I took an 11-hour train journey to Vienna, crossing ...
I got an email from a reader asking me for tips for the UP College of Medicine interview. I don't know how else to respond, except to sa...
I PLANNED ON doing nothing today—at least nothing as touristy as going to the Schoenbrunn Zoo (ok, maybe in two days). Of course, I had my u...
TOUR guides always refer to Christianity as if it were something distant: something that needs mentioning, but not too much. Talk about anyt...
This morning I overhead at the Schoenbrunn Palace, the Habsburg summer house, a family who looked brown and noisy and happy enough for me to...
IN A few hours I'm hopping on a train that will take me to Munich, Germany; then to Vienna, Austria, where I'll be staying for a f...
“You have put more joy in my heart than they have when then their grain and wine abound. In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for yo...
"From the Eyes of a Healer: An Anthology of Medical Anecdotes" will be released on the third week of April. I had the privilege ...
DESPITE the snow, I emerged out of my bed in Hütteldorf to take the U4 to Karlsplatz, where I could walk my way to Karlskirche. I was goin...
MAVIS Gallant’s stories have been with me for the past days. Paris Stories, selected by the writer Michale Oondatje and published by NYRB,...
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