2018-11-08
I’ve spent about two months here in Florianópolis, Brazil in a touristic neighborhood called Lagoa Da Conceição. The island’s stunning beaches, hiking trails, and the lagoon being filled with people paddle boarding, wind surfing, or jet skiing had me convinced that I had landed in paradise. My host family immediately stole my heart too. Maria,...
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2018-11-08
As I am sitting in a classroom filled with little youngsters between the age of 5 to 7, I’m becoming more and more frustrated at the speed at which the organization works. I have been sitting for nearly an hour. The lesson has not begun. The teachers were standing around. The children are noisily seated....
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2018-11-08
10.22.18 19:32 It’s a humbling thought to know that I am at the will of the world. That I am subject to the forces in which I cannot control and that I will forever be, both intentionally and unintentionally transforming. To know that time, people, and an environment can change me so quickly and so...
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2018-11-06
On teaching (title unapologetically inspired by Joan Didion’s “On self-respect”) The value of education lies in the fact that it is as transformative to the educator as it is for the one receiving education: It is mutual. From what I have grown to know about the world, I understand that age is a number people...
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2018-11-06
With my eyes closed, I allow the smells, touch and sound of the experience to fill my senses and dominate my thoughts. The smoke in the room is thick, almost suffocating, overwhelming my nose with an earthy, floral fragrance that seems to travel throughout my entire body with each inhale. I focus on the sensation...
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Gringo Power Ladies and gentleman I am here to tell you about gringo power. It sounds dumb and made up yes but let me tell you that this shit is real sis. I came to Brazil nervous as hell like how am I going to make friends in a language I don’t know but I...
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2018-11-03
I couldn’t help it — my face split into a grin at the sight before me; it was my Mamí standing at the kitchen stove like she has everyday since I’ve known her (and long before), spatula in hand and aceite sizzling in the pan. What made me smile wasn’t this scene particularly, something that...
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