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T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): Theology, Tortilla Tears & Talent Show Tuesday

March 6, 2019March 7, 2019 First Person ForeignAbuelita

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,[…]

T-Minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): Lunes sin luces

March 6, 2019March 6, 2019 First Person ForeignChanges

I woke up in enough time to get dressed and go to morning school. I already felt the lethargy heavy on my eyelids but I kept going. I figure, every step I take is a[…]

T-minus Guatemala (Peace Corps Ending): A Lazy Saturday

February 24, 2019February 25, 2019 First Person ForeignBeauty

One of my last Saturdays in site.

The Beginning of the End: Peace Corps

February 22, 2019February 25, 2019 First Person ForeignAbuelita

Reflecting on Service and General Updates On Me.

Hi-Lo 11: Surprises and Stings

January 23, 2019January 23, 2019 First Person ForeignAbuelita

It was sunny today in Sololá. I woke up and Abuelita was already weaving purple thread accompanied by Meesh (our cat. His name is Heróe but we all just call him Meesh, which is cat[…]

Hi-Lo 5: Pascuas

December 22, 2018December 22, 2018 First Person ForeignAbuelita

This morning I woke up, for some reason, at 8. In Guatemala there is a thing called Madrugada. It means the hour you wake up in the morning. We don’t have a word for this[…]

The Double Graduation Day

December 9, 2018December 10, 2018 First Person ForeignHard Thing

I write this post to recount an especially long day. Some days do feel very long in Peace Corps, and as boring as it feels sometimes to be in the pueblo, a lot can happen[…]

Hi-Lo Cuatro: Sequins & Orange Drink

November 1, 2018 First Person ForeignBeauty

I walked down to the market at 11. I had hand washed all of my clothes, my wrists hurt, and I hoped the sun would stick around long enough so I could have clean sheets[…]

Hi-Lo 2: Screaming Babies and Crying Grandmas

October 19, 2018October 19, 2018 First Person ForeignAbuelita

I ran past the place where I fell and I didn’t fall. There was no chucha to scare me off the road and onto the sidewalk which is why the whole thing happened. To be[…]

My Weekend with Brócoli

October 17, 2018October 17, 2018 First Person ForeignBlank Slate

On this quiet Sunday afternoon, I was sandwiched squarely between an older, sleeping man and a younger woman in bright coral and pink traje with plastic beading shouting across the neckline. I don’t love this[…]