Where the Mississippi Flows: A Memorable Journey Back to Minneapolis

Returning to Minneapolis after nearly fifteen years felt less like visiting a city and more like reopening a forgotten chapter of life. From late-night airport delays and riverside walks along the mighty Mississippi River to Ethiopian restaurants, conference memories, and quiet reflections beside historic bridges, this journey became much more than a professional trip. It was a reminder of how cities, rivers, cultures, and shared experiences continue to shape our memories long after we leave them behind.

A memorable visit to Minneapolis is often shaped not only by the places one sees but by the emotions, conversations, rivers, and small, unexpected moments that stay in the heart long after returning home. Our recent journey to this beautiful Midwestern city became exactly that kind of memory, a blend of professional achievement, cultural discovery, friendship, and quiet reflections beside one of the world’s great rivers.

My wife and I had the rare opportunity to attend the same conference in Minneapolis together. It felt special from the very beginning. As professionals, we usually travel separately for meetings and conferences, so participating side by side made the experience uniquely meaningful. On the first day of the conference, our posters were displayed next to each other during the poster session. It was such a joyful moment watching visitors move from one poster to the next while we each explained our work. There was something deeply satisfying about sharing our academic and professional journeys together in the same space.

Our trip began after a long Monday workday in South Florida. We headed to the airport, tired but excited, taking an Uber to Miami International Airport. To our surprise, the Uber arrived as a luxurious seven-seat Cadillac SUV. We both laughed about how impressive the vehicle was and wondered how profitable such luxury transportation could be for rideshare drivers.

I have always enjoyed airports, especially Miami International Airport, which has connected me to so many places around the world — across the United States, Latin America, the Caribbean, Europe, and Africa. Airports often feel like gateways between different chapters of life.

We arrived at the airport with enough time to relax near our gate and enjoy a cold draft beer after a long workday. A refreshing Lagunitas IPA tasted especially good before the evening flight. Our trip included a connecting flight through Nashville, but unfortunately, bad weather delayed our departure by nearly two hours. Instead of frustration, however, the delay became part of the adventure.

We spent time at Ole Red, the lively Blake Shelton-inspired restaurant and music venue inside the airport. With live country music, burgers, and locally brewed beer, the atmosphere transformed an exhausting delay into an enjoyable evening. Even more unexpectedly, we met Ethiopians working at the restaurant, and suddenly the airport felt strangely familiar and warm. Conversations in Amharic, laughter, and shared cultural connections made the delay memorable rather than stressful.

By the time we finally arrived in Minneapolis, it was nearly 2:30 in the morning. The city felt calm and quiet under the cool night air. Since the car rental office was already closed, we took another Uber to the hotel. The driver was incredibly friendly, and despite the late hour, the ride offered our first glimpse of Minneapolis’s city lights and wide streets.

After only a few hours of sleep, we woke up early to attend the conference opening event at the University of Minnesota. Returning to Minneapolis after nearly fifteen years felt emotional. The last time I visited was in 2011, while attending a summer program at the famous St. Anthony Falls Laboratory during my postdoctoral research. Back then, I was younger, still exploring many dreams and directions in life. Returning now, older and with more experiences behind me, gave the city an even deeper meaning.

One of the defining features of Minneapolis is the majestic Mississippi River, which gracefully divides and connects the city at the same time. Few rivers in the world carry as much geographical, historical, ecological, and cultural significance as the Mississippi. Stretching approximately 2,340 miles (3,766 kilometers), it is the second-longest river in North America and one of the largest river systems in the world. The river flows through or borders ten U.S. states, beginning at Lake Itasca in northern Minnesota and eventually emptying into the Gulf of Mexico in Louisiana.

For centuries, the Mississippi River has shaped American history. Indigenous peoples lived along its banks long before European settlement. Later, the river became a major transportation and trade corridor that helped build entire cities and economies across the United States. Writers such as Mark Twain immortalized the river in American literature, turning it into a symbol of adventure, exploration, and freedom.

What makes Minneapolis especially beautiful is how naturally the city embraces the river. Bridges elegantly connect both sides of the city, while walking and biking trails follow the riverbanks. The combination of water, greenery, and urban life creates a peaceful atmosphere rarely found in large metropolitan areas.

The University of Minnesota’s campus buildings, many constructed in historic red brick, added another layer of charm to the city. Walking through the university grounds felt timeless and inspiring. I noticed something I remembered clearly from fifteen years ago: people everywhere walking, jogging, and riding bicycles. Minneapolis has one of the strongest biking cultures in the United States, with extensive bike trails and pedestrian-friendly infrastructure. Coming from South Florida, where car dependency dominates daily life, it was refreshing to see so many people actively enjoying the outdoors.

The weather itself was part of the experience. Before leaving Florida, temperatures had been above 85°F, and after living in South Florida for so long, we almost forgot what cool weather feels like. We packed lightly and were completely unprepared for Minneapolis temperatures below 50°F. The cool air felt refreshing but surprisingly cold for Floridians like us. We quickly found ourselves shopping for jackets at Burlington and nearby stores.

Food also became an important part of our memories. Minneapolis has a wonderfully diverse community, and we had the opportunity to visit Meseret Ethiopian Restaurant for homemade Ethiopian food. The warm hospitality, familiar flavors, and welcoming atmosphere reminded us of home. Throughout the city, we encountered people from Ethiopia, Somalia, and many other African countries, alongside vibrant Asian and international communities. Minneapolis truly reflects the diversity of modern America, a place where people from all over the world come together, work hard, build families, and contribute to the life of the city.

Each evening after the conference sessions ended, we walked along the Mississippi River. Those walks became some of my favorite moments of the trip. The peaceful riverbanks, cool evening air, and endless greenery created a calming rhythm after long days of presentations and discussions. Even while traveling, I was able to maintain my daily walking and running goal of five miles, which made the experience even more energizing.

On the final evening of the conference, we joined colleagues at Surly Brewing Co. The brewery was lively and full of energy — the perfect setting to unwind after several intense days of academic engagement. Sharing conversations, laughter, and locally crafted beer with colleagues from different places reminded me how conferences are not only about research, but also about human connection.

Before our return flight home, we spent additional time exploring the city and even drove across the border into Hudson City, Wisconsin, for a brief visit. It was fascinating how a short thirty-minute drive could introduce us to another state and another atmosphere entirely.

After visiting Hudson, we stopped by a vibrant Ethiopian restaurant called Bole Ethiopian Restaurant. The restaurant was beautifully designed to warmly welcome people from many different backgrounds. What touched me most was seeing that the restaurant was not filled only with Ethiopians or East Africans. I saw many local Americans and people from different cultures enjoying Ethiopian food, coffee, and hospitality while exploring traditions different from their own. It was a beautiful reminder of how food can connect people, cultures, and communities in such a natural and meaningful way.

One of the most unforgettable moments came shortly before leaving for the airport. We walked across one of the bridges over the Mississippi River, taking in the incredible scenery. Dense green forests lined both sides of the river valley, while the river itself flowed quietly below. The elevation difference between the river and the surrounding landscape created breathtaking views.

Watching rivers has always carried special meaning in my life. As a hydrologist and researcher, rivers are not simply bodies of water to me — they are living systems filled with stories, history, science, and emotion. Over the years, I have studied and worked on many rivers around the world: the Nile River and its tributaries, the Niger River, the Río de la Plata and Río Manatí in Puerto Rico, the Great River, Rio Cobre, Yallahs, and Hope Rivers in Jamaica, and the Yuna and Haina Rivers in the Dominican Republic, among many others. Yet every river still feels unique, and the Mississippi carries a particularly powerful presence.

As our time in Minneapolis came to an end, we experienced that familiar mix of feelings every traveler knows: sadness at leaving a place that welcomed you so warmly, yet happiness at returning home to family, children, and the comfort of familiar routines. Traveling always reminds me of how beautiful and diverse the world is, but it also reminds me of how meaningful home truly becomes after every journey.

Minneapolis gave us far more than a conference. It gave us memories of rivers, cultures, conversations, music, cool weather, late-night airport stories, and moments shared together as husband and wife. And like the Mississippi River itself, those memories will continue flowing with us for a long time.

Oslo, Norway: Where Beauty, Simplicity, and Memory Come Together

By Dr. Shimelis Setegn

There are journeys we take to see the world—and then there are journeys that stay with us forever. This Oslo, Norway travel memo captures one of those rare moments, when travel becomes more than movement—it becomes memory.

In August 2023, I traveled to Oslo with my eldest daughter, marking a moment that was both joyful and emotional. She was on her way to begin a new chapter—studying abroad at ICN Business School in Paris. As a father, I felt immense pride watching her step into her dreams with courage and determination.

But before Paris, we paused in Oslo—a city that offered us something unexpected: stillness, beauty, and connection.

✈️ A Journey Filled with Emotion

Our trip began late at night from Fort Lauderdale, flying with Norse Atlantic Airways. The flight itself was simple, even minimal—but our excitement made it unforgettable.

One moment remains vivid in my memory: saying goodbye at the airport. Her younger siblings stood behind us, emotional, especially her little sister who struggled to hold back tears. It was a reminder that while travel expands our world, it also stretches the heart.

Yet my daughter stood strong—ready to embrace the opportunity ahead.

🌿 First Impressions of Oslo

Arriving in Oslo felt like stepping into a calm, living painting. The Scandinavian landscape unfolded around us—water shimmering through the city, green spaces blending effortlessly with urban life, and roads that seemed to follow nature rather than interrupt it. There is a quiet beauty in Norway, one that does not demand attention but naturally captures it.

Our stay at Moxy Oslo X introduced us to the simplicity of Scandinavian design—compact, clean, and purposeful. It reminded me that travel is not about the size of the room, but the depth of the experience.

🚍 A City That Moves with Purpose

One of the most remarkable aspects of Oslo is its transportation system.

Public transport is not just an option—it is the backbone of daily life. Buses and trains run on time, are exceptionally clean, and connect every part of the city with ease.

Coming from South Florida, where driving is essential, this felt refreshing.

But even more inspiring is what happens after people arrive: they walk.

They walk to cafés, to shops, to the waterfront. The streets are alive—not with noise, but with presence. Oslo invites you to slow down and truly experience the moment.

🍽️ Evenings in the City

That first evening, we explored downtown Oslo on foot.

The city was vibrant—people enjoying the summer air, dining outdoors, laughing, and connecting. There is something special about European cities: they encourage life to be lived outside.

We found a beautiful restaurant and shared a meaningful dinner. I enjoyed Norwegian grilled salmon paired with local beer, while my daughter chose lasagna. The food was excellent—but what made it unforgettable was the moment itself.

It was one of those rare father-daughter evenings that you wish you could pause forever.

☕ Mornings, Coffee, and Culture

The next morning began with a rich European breakfast.
We enjoyed fresh breads, cheeses, and strong coffee.
For me, the coffee was special. It reminded me of Ethiopia, where coffee is deeply rooted in culture.

As someone born in Ethiopia—the birthplace of coffee—this experience carries deep meaning for me. Coffee is not just a drink; it is a cultural ritual, a moment of connection, a space for conversation.

In Oslo, I found that same appreciation for coffee—simple, strong, and authentic.

🤝 Reconnecting Across Continents

One of the most special parts of our visit was reconnecting with a close friend—my son’s godfather—who has lived in Norway for many years.

We met in the city, shared coffee and pastries, and spent hours talking about life, family, and memories. My daughter was especially happy to see him again.

Travel has a beautiful way of bringing people together, even across time and distance.

✨ A Memorable Departure

As our short stay came to an end, Oslo left us with a sense of calm fulfillment.

At the airport, we experienced an unexpected upgrade—access to a business-class lounge. It was a small luxury, but it perfectly closed our time in Norway with comfort and gratitude.

Soon, we were on our way to Stockholm—but Oslo had already carved its place in our hearts.

🌍 Reflections on Oslo

Oslo is not a city that overwhelms you—it gently stays with you.

It is a place where:

  • Nature and city exist in harmony
  • Systems work efficiently and quietly
  • People value simplicity and quality of life

For me, it was also deeply personal. Years ago, my daughter lived in Scandinavia while I pursued my PhD at KTH Royal Institute of Technology. Returning to this region felt like reconnecting with a part of our shared past.

❤️ Final Thought

Oslo is not just a destination—it is a feeling.

A quiet, beautiful pause in life.
A place where memories deepen.
A city that reminds you what truly matters.

And for me, it will always be remembered as the place where I walked beside my daughter—just before she began her own journey into the world.

Happy Mardi Gras: A Note from Fat Tuesday

Last month, one Tuesday morning, our senior leader greeted us by email with warm wishes for Mardi Gras and invited us to share King Cake. We were also invited to celebrate that evening at Voodoo Bayou in downtown Palm Beach Gardens, Florida. It was a simple workplace gesture, yet it stirred something deeper in me.

I have long believed that one of the quiet keys to living in harmony with the society around us is learning its rhythms, traditions, sacred days, and celebrations. So I took a moment to read about Mardi Gras. I learned that it is also known as Shrove Tuesday, the final day before Lent begins on Ash Wednesday. The phrase means “Fat Tuesday” in French, a day historically set aside to enjoy rich food before the start of a season of fasting and reflection.

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Between Celebration and Reflection: A Family Journey in the Bahamas

A family journey through the Bahamas—celebrating milestones, reflecting on history, and finding gratitude in moments of togetherness and travel.

Celebration, memory, and gratitude on the shores of Nassau.

We spent a wonderful time during our Bahamas family vacation, visiting a beautiful island nation in the Atlantic Ocean just off the coast of the United States. Despite its proximity to the U.S., the Bahamas carries a long and fascinating history shaped by the British Empire. For many years, it remained a British colony before gaining independence in 1973. Even today, it is part of the Commonwealth, and the British monarch is recognized as the ceremonial head of state. Traces of this history are still visible in everyday life, including the custom of driving on the left side of the road.

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Our Bahamas family vacation was more than just a trip; it was a celebration of important milestones. We traveled together to mark our son Joni’s 20th birthday, our daughter Lucy’s 12th birthday, and our 23rd wedding anniversary. Being together with all four of our children made the experience especially meaningful. In the midst of busy schedules and responsibilities, moments like this remind us of the importance of simply being present with one another.

One of the most breathtaking experiences during our Bahamas family vacation was the beach itself. The water had remarkable clarity, clean and calm—glowing in shades of turquoise and deep blue. Standing on the shore, we could see straight through to the white sand beneath, even several meters out. The gentle waves and warm tropical breeze created a peaceful atmosphere that invited us to slow down, breathe deeply, and appreciate the beauty around us.

Vacations like this have a way of refreshing the spirit. My wife, in particular, seemed to come alive during our Bahamas family vacation. Her energy, joy, and appreciation for the moment stood out in a special way. Watching her reminded all of us how important it is to embrace life fully and not postpone happiness.

During our visit to Nassau, we took a taxi from the cruise port to Cable Beach. The driver was friendly and talkative, sharing insights about the island’s history. At one point, he mentioned that he might appear to be driving in the “wrong direction.” For a moment, we were confused—until he explained that in the Bahamas, people drive on the left side of the road, just like in the United Kingdom. It was a small but vivid reminder of the country’s colonial past.

He also pointed out areas near the airport where American influence is strong, reflecting the close economic and travel relationship between the Bahamas and the United States. Yet, despite this proximity, the island maintains a distinct identity shaped by its history.

This experience during our Bahamas family vacation prompted deeper reflection on the nature of history and independence. Many nations around the world experienced colonial rule, and even today, traces of that past remain embedded in their institutions and culture.

It also brought to mind Ethiopia’s powerful history. Unlike many African nations, Ethiopia successfully resisted colonization and preserved its independence. The victory at the Battle of Adwa remains a lasting symbol of resilience, dignity, and self-determination.

As our Bahamas family vacation came to an end, I felt a renewed sense of gratitude—for family, for health, and for the opportunity to travel and learn from different cultures and histories. Moments like this remind us that life is not only about work and responsibility, but also about connection, celebration, and reflection.

For those few days, we enjoyed the sunshine, the ocean breeze, and the beauty of the Bahamas—and carried those memories home with us.

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On the Other Side of the River

A journey through memory, fear, and faith—reflections shaped by place and movement.

A Travel Memo from St. Louis

I traveled to St. Louis, Missouri, to be with my sister/cousin after her father’s passing. He lived to the remarkable age of 104. His name was Workiye Asfaw, though within the family we affectionately called him Goldiye, and sometimes Goldu, a simple English way of capturing the warmth and meaning of his Amharic name.

He is remembered not simply for how long he lived, but for how he chose to live. He was a gentle, disciplined man whose life followed a quiet rhythm of self-confidence and restraint. He was naturally reserved. You rarely hear a word from him that could disappoint or offend anyone. Often, he spoke so little that you could not easily tell where he stood on family matters or disagreements. Yet his silence was never emptiness; it was presence. He listened more than he spoke, and when he did speak, his words carried weight.

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