2015-06-08
Written November 2014 —- My host family picked me up from my program today. I was nervous at first but mi mami, Rosanna, came up to me, smiled, and said ÛÏmijo!Û (my son). She hugged me as if I was her own. We arrived back at the apartment and my brain was already so tired...
Read More2015-04-29
1.During my region change, I was in a stressful place. I didn’t have a host family, a job,or really any feeling of belonging since I was in a state of limbo. During this time Istayed with a friend who lives in the outer part of Cuenca. Arriving at her house tooka lot longer than expected...
Read More2015-04-02
As I sit in my kitchen typing on my expensive laptop from the United States, I lookover my right shoulder at our dinner; a big cauldron of boiling corn over a fire I hadbuilt. The juxtaposition of these two items made me think. A previous discussion Ihad with a friend, who is currently attending college,...
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2014-11-14
I frantically opened my eyes to an intolerable screeching noise. I checked my phone for the time. It was 5:42 AM. The screeching sound was coming from outside a small window in the top corner of my room. A dim light from the rising sun was illuminated the pig pen. I realized that the pen...
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2014-08-16
I’ve always had a yearning to learn the Spanish language. Something about it drew me to it. My mother’s side of the family is from Spain. When they came to America, they weren’t too keen on the fact that they were “different.” They stopped sending tortillas with my mother to school, and refused to speak...
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