2018-09-23
I have now spent two weeks in Garopaba with my host family. I have continued to eat truck-loads of papaya and can confidently say that I just about understand the public transit system. The three best Portuguese words that I learned this week: 1. roller coaster – montanha russa 2. ribs – costelas 3. wave...
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As I sit at this squeaky, uneven table with the remains of a strawberry milkshake at the only restaurant I’ve been to in Thies thus far, I watch the world go by and wonder why mine was so suddenly stopped. I was thriving in the everyday hustle of my neighborhood. I had become accustomed to...
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2018-09-23
Hello again! Welcome to blog post No.#2! There is a A LOT of new information to share with you all since my last post, as I am finally in Ecuador!!! 🙂 I arrived in Quito, Ecuador at the beginning of September and after a week of training, fostering some incredible friendships with the other program...
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2018-09-22
This is the wisdom that I have gained in my short time here in Ecuador. Though pickup trucks and small cars make up more than 80% of the automobiles that you see on the road, giant 40+ person buses dominate the paths as they hurdle past town after town, always en route to the next...
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2018-09-22
Expectations (n): a strong belief that something will happen or be the case in the future. Throughout the Global Launch week at Stanford, we had countless seminars about expectations. We heard numerous speeches about the importance of flexibility and adaptability. They told us it would be impossible to enjoy our year if we set expectations...
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2018-09-20
Two hours into my seven-month homestay, the three-year-old told me she loved me. “¿Tan pronto?” I responded. “So soon?” I’m living in Quiroga, a suburb in northern Ecuador, with my host mom, host dad, and their three girls, who are three, eleven, and thirteen. My host mom, Paola, introduces me to friends as her daughter....
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I’m becoming very familiar with a pen and paper, With the stack of undeveloped film on my desk, With melted gum, With the pages of my books, With Senegal’s heavy sun, With quick showers, and tea without milk. I’m becoming very familiar with my own thoughts, Now that I have nothing to distract myself from...
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