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True gap year stories from Fellows abroad!

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The Bike Chronicles

2015-03-27

To say that my bicycle is problematic is an understatement. Its shortcomings made themselves evident early on, when the chain started falling off every half kilometer like clockwork. That was before I started working on a farm an hour’s bike ride away. Last week, the chain exploded. That’s probably not the most accurate verb choice,...

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On Becoming Whole

2015-03-26

Back in the USA, weekly excursions to Boston‰Ûªs Chinatown have always been a big part of my life. As a child, I‰Ûªd always go to Chinatown with my parents and younger brother to get our haircuts, shop for groceries, and eat dim sum, Chinese brunch consisting of shu mai, pork buns, sticky rice, and my...

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4. An Honor

2015-03-03

11/1/14 He walks out to meet you.Expecting only his usual friends, eyes bright as he greets each of them. Kiss. Hug.Manly handshake.Hug.Then a pause. He looks at you questioningly and your host sister says”That’s my sister, a Americana.“His eyes widen and he looks back at his house in panic but I’m still stuck on the...

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Snapshots

2015-02-20

I I‰Ûªve been learning the names of the parts of the body in yoga class. When I walked in my first day, I hadn’t given much thought to the potential issues caused by the reality that the class would be conducted in Portuguese, or that my understanding of Portuguese was limited. I figured I would...

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A Day at the Farmers Market

2015-02-18

On Sunday morning, I woke up a little bit differently. There (surprisingly) wasn’t the normal rooster calls outside my window and the skies were still dark enough to see the stars. The clock read 4:30am. From my bedroom I could hear the shuffling of my host mom in the kitchen, packing up things and putting...

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Moving Forward

2015-02-18

A few Sundays ago, I went to the beach with my family. For the first time since I came here, the stereotype completely fit the reality. Garopaba (the town I live in) is a town that thrives on summer tourism; the beaches were packed with people from every city around. Walking around the beach were...

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2. Birthday Thoughts

2015-02-18

I generally like to think of myself as an unselfish person but there is always one day in the year where I allow myself a little selfishness: my birthday. This year, as the big day approached I found myself constantly thinking about all the things I missed about my life in New York. These thoughts...

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Minha Irṃ

2015-01-26

10.25.14 Bzzz Bzzzzz. I wake to the insistent buzzing of an alarm with a groanand turn over searching for the source. I peer at my phone in confusion for a second as I try to figure out what day it is. Friday, October 24. It takes another second to few remember why this date seemed...

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Birthday Thoughts

2015-01-26

10.22.14 I generally like to think of myself as an unselfish person but there is always one day in the year where I allow myself a little selfishness: my birthday. This year, as the big day approached I found myself constantly thinking about all the things I missed about by old life in New York....

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Birthday Thoughts

2015-01-26

10.22.14 I generally like to think of myself as an unselfish person but there is always one day in the year where I allow myself a little selfishness: my birthday. This year, as the big day approached I found myself constantly thinking about all the things I missed about by old life in New York....

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Running, and Hiding From It

2014-12-26

You are looking at a picture of me at Praia do Siriu, Crab Beach If you would, imagine the dialogue at the beginning of this storybeing spoken in Portuguese instead of English. It’s a tall order if you don’t speak the language, so consider it an exercise in imagination. “Have a good trip, August?” asked...

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On Communication

2014-12-26

I‰Ûªm in love with an idea that I haven‰Ûªt even had yet. I can feel its spidery legs creeping up on me. Up my spine, chilling me to the bone, but at the same time making me feel so suddenly, joltingly, alive, that it‰Ûªs even a little bit scary. åÊThe other day, while eating lunch,...

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