I watched the driver reach for the machete with his free hand as we careened across the InterAmerican Highway. With his hand clasping the wheel, he used the machete to push something unstuck. There we were, all[…]
Tag: Guatemala
Guatemala, Mi Amor: Day One, Phoenix to Mexico to Guate to Mayan Punishment
After much separation anxiety, I decided to leave my computer in my small apartment in Phoenix. For lack of a better term, I call Phoenix home. As a woman living alone, and just becoming more[…]
To (actual) Mexico from (Used-to-be) Mexico
April 26, 2022: Just like with anything, anywhere, the more you learn, the less you know. The same can be said of languages, countries and, well, life itself. I like to travel because it reminds[…]
Day Two in Sonora: Running
I arrived to my destination, Hermosillo, and I cast myself into the unmentionable details: the personality of the sidewalk, the road signs, the things Hermosillenos don’t consciously notice because who thinks about sidewalks? Like myself[…]
Living on the Border 3: Soy libre / I am free
I didn’t even see it coming. I never know how I am going to feel as I turn left into the parking lot of the Benedictine Monastery with not a cloud in the sky. With[…]
TOURING GUATEMALA (4) (and my 300th Post!!): The Last Microbus and The Livingston Lull and Goodbye
When Amanda and I started planning our trip in January, she suggested to me that we rent a car. Now, please enjoy the story: On the morning of April 6 we left Semuc Champey for[…]
Hi-Lo Cuatro: Sequins & Orange Drink
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[…]
The Three Big Letters: COS
A long, long time ago, the beginning of 2018 (like, February) I started to seriously consider my life after Peace Corps. Shudder. At that time I started to look into my options including graduate school[…]
Maestra de Inglés
Maestra de Inglés, English teacher. I’ve always wondered if the word Maestra and Master are related. Either way, I’ve never had such a title. When I gave a diplomado in early 2018, I wanted to[…]
Boy Comes Home | The Pueblo Press Issue Three
I’ve been in Peace Corps service for a year and a half of my two year commitment. I’m not sure you can call this the ‘home stretch,’ especially because I do not play sports, but[…]