“La mejor parte de estar roto es que encuentras a quienes son capaces de darte partes suyas para que tú vuelvas a estar completo.” -Alejandro Sequera, Mi Viaje Sin Ti Keep in mind, I am[…]
Category: Hospitality
Airplane Mode (2): A Day of Many Kindnesses
Stop here if you haven’t read part one first. After being dropped to the airport by a kind stranger-turned-friend and making friends on the airplane, I was brow-furrowed over how much $ it would take[…]
The Traverse and the Reunions: Returning to Ketchikan (2)
“Alaska lulled me here on some sort of fantasy.” I thought as I ran up and down the hills of the residential streets. I pushed myself to scale them because I am trying to keep[…]
The First Week of Graduate School and My Last Post.
Hello All. It’s a Sunday night and you can catch me writing my blog and procrastinating further studying for a statistics exam tomorrow. Statistics. I want to be a high-school Spanish teacher. I repeat: Spanish.[…]
Moving Across the Country (3): 10 Hours to Arizona
The long-anticipated arrival to Arizona after driving three days from Georgia to start graduate school!
Moving Across the Country (2): Mess with Texas
Driving across East Texas mile marker after mile marker and being hosted by friendly strangers
Moving Across the Country (1) | Atlanta to Marshall, Texas
Since yesterday I’ve been nervous. A pit in my stomach and a glob of feelings in my throat. On my last official day in Atlanta, I had to get my tires rotated, finish packing my[…]
T-minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): La(s) Despedida(s) in Santa Clara
Sunday and Monday were despedida days. Despedir means: To say goodbye. What I love about the Spanish language is that there are verbs that sum-up an action in one word, like aprovechar, to take advantage,[…]
T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): The First Goodbye Lunch
Upon returning from the Master Stylist workshop excursion in Huehue, the nice Indianans dropped me off at my highway stop. I waited for buses while I called my sister to catch up. I was so[…]
T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): Taking My Chances on the Border of Guatemala at the Border of Service (2)
I stepped out onto the patio with a toothbrush and retainers in hand, still in my pajamas at 10am, in a place I am just getting to know: a coffee farm in Huehuetenango. What did[…]