2013-09-13
If my mind was a search engine, the most looked up question would be: ” What am I doing?” When I went on my first canoe boat with my older sister, who was just as inexperienced as I was with a canoe, this question appeared. When I decided to take my friends beat-up car with crappy...
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2013-09-13
In Quito, where the altitude is 10,000 feet, I have learned to breathe more deeply. So I inhale Quito; taking in both the fresh air from the trees that cover the mountains which surround the city and the exhaust expelled by buses and cars that race along its streets. With each exhale I feel myself opening up. I was worried about...
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2013-09-13
The day started off well. I hiked Cotopaxi , one of the world’s highest volcanoes, managed to talk to my family almost completely in Spanish , ate dessert with my friend Charlotte and met a well known British puppeteer. After departing from my friend and the puppeteer my biggest fear came true, getting lost at night in Quito. A...
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2013-09-13
Well, I got lost. It was bound to happen living in city I don’t know and struggling to speak the language. I decided to trust my instincts and hop on the bus assuming it would just take me home. As I started to recognize less and less and lost sight of Pichincha, my landmark, I knew I was in...
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2013-09-13
My very own, highly personalized, (highly public), blog. Well, I do have to say this was much more of a challenge than I originally anticipated. Over the course of, well, frankly far too long, much of my time spent on creating this first post went a whole lot like this: Step one: Sit down and think of...
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2013-09-13
In the 30+ hours I spent flying down to Brazil, I read Neil Gaiman’s fabulous book “Neverwhere.” Its about an ordinary man named Richard Mayhew who helps out a mysterious girl he finds injured in the street and is transported into an alternate version of London called London Below. London Below is part in the...
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2013-09-13
I’m sitting atop of a tree 30 feet high. Below, I see the faces of Fellows; white, black, brown, tan, all a physical manifestations of the diversity of social, economic, and cultural differences we’re comprised of. I can’t do it. I refuse. 34 seconds (the elapsed time from beginning to end) though quick and unnoticeable...
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