A Writer’s South American Confessional


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

Advertisements

Gringas and Pouncing Kittens


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

Life lessons from chickens and eggs.


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.

Culture Shock Got My Tongue


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

You Can’t Go Home Again


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

There’s No Place Like Home


The beginning started in early July when the days on the calendar stretched out in neat numerical rows, blank and simmering with potential. Staring at them seemed daunting and simultaneously expectant as if about to read a great mystery. Now I am seven months into that story, each chapter reads as a folder of photos … Continue reading There’s No Place Like Home

Being Scared and Popping Bubbles


I never know when blog inspiration will strike. A bit like a yawn, it catches you off guard and you’re helpless to resist. Yet, if you try it becomes this awkward fight between biology and the mind. Considering when I last posted here, it’s been a rather uncomfortable few months. I am still uncomfortable, actually. … Continue reading Being Scared and Popping Bubbles