For those of you just tuning in, and for those of you who aren’t, thank you. This is my last month of Peace Corps. I am learning, as I continue to grow as a human,[…]
Category: Moving
T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): Sunday is for Sweaty San Juan Subidas
For the third time in 2019, I planned to hike Volcán San Pedro and for the third time, I hiked the Mayan Nose instead. Probably for the best because the internet says San Pedro full[…]
The Beginning of the End: Peace Corps
Reflecting on Service and General Updates On Me.
Hi-Lo 10: Project Framework & Shift
This week marks an exciting undertaking which is the PROJECT FRAMEWORK REVISION for Youth in Development. Basically, each Peace Corps project has a ‘logic project framework’ or in Spanish marco de trabajo that defines our project goals and[…]
Hi-Lo 3: Holding Hands and Africa
The weekend was ending. I was excited to get back to Santa Clara, to my bed, to my home. We bid Ryan goodbye, Sabrina and I, and got on a bus. The first of many.[…]
The Big Cry, Part One
In January of 2016, I looked at one button on my computer screen. It was an “Accept Peace Corps Service in Guatemala, September 2016-December 2018” button. I had to click the button then press “Submit.”[…]
High Fives! Six Month Anniversary in Peace Corps
HIGH FIVES WE DID IT. You and me, 6 months! You know the moment in School of Rock when Jack Black high fives all his students and runs out of the school before they’ve even[…]
Hembra | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
The first week in site, welcome and instructions came in a shower of words from my host mom. Lots of words. At dinner, she’d eat a bite, wipe her mouth and say more. Eat a bite,[…]
Cualquier Cosa | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
When I moved to site, I become immediately aware of two phrases: “Cualquier cosa, con confianza.” Like peanut butter and jelly, they compliment each other and often come as a pair but can just as[…]
La Navidad | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
I’ve never been awoken into Christmas morning by a rooster, bombarded by the harsh snaps of endless cohetes and bombas (firecrackers), with small chicks chirping for food around my feet as I walk downstairs to greet the[…]