My nomadic tendencies impart no novelty to anyone who knows me. Intrinsic – and my job – I joyfully seek opportunity to see the world, speak Spanish, practice another language, and generally push myself to move beyond the comfort I call home. Typically, retrieving my passport from its safe incites a childlike anticipation for another … Continue reading A Writer’s South American Confessional
Jugo de guayaba y piña...por favor. It's a simple request, but one that satisfies my soul: to speak Spanish because I can. Sí COPA airlines is bilingual, and yes it's presumed I am a gringa to whom the flight attendants automatically speak English. But that is trivial at the realization and impending excitement that for … Continue reading Gringas and Pouncing Kittens
Chickens and eggs. Pollos y huevos. Tavuk ve yamurta. What do they really have to do with learning? Until this morning, I’m not sure I even knew. This past week, as part of my company’s customer service training, we filled out a questionnaire to determine our learning styles. Me being the lifelong introspective, compulsively self-aware … Continue reading Life lessons from chickens and eggs.
Reentry: Finding the Heart of HomeI have guest blogged for Melibee Global Consulting on the topic of reentry and reverse culture shock. Check it out!
I’m usually someone who is comfortable with silence. Awkward, comfortable, days’ worth or simply minutes, I usually need some sort of silence to function and feel at peace. I can go hours ambling around my apartment (when I had one) with enough chatter in my head to never notice the gorgeous silence surrounding me. Five … Continue reading Culture Shock Got My Tongue
After nearly nine months of living in South America, I set out on a pilgrimage to my first homestay in Ecuador 18 years ago. (Pardon me while I catch my breath.) There on a semester exchange program with my undergraduate institution, I lived with a host family for three months. That experience seared changes into … Continue reading You Can’t Go Home Again
Each day now, I traverse up the rock-paved hill to Panecillo hauling bits of my life to give to my replacement and dear friend, Lizzie. She now leads the classes I have taught since September, doing her best to wrangle their frenzied energy into attention. It’s an odd transition for both me and the students … Continue reading Dismantling an Ecuadorian Life