2012-03-27
It was our fourth day in Cuenca, and Tess and I were once completely lost as to what we were doing that day. When we had ventured out of our hostel onto the streets, water balloons, water, and foam had come careening down from the sky like homing missiles. Then, a couple minutes later, we...
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2012-03-27
It’s been quite a year! I’ll post another blog update before returning to the states, but here’s a video for you all to watch in the meantime. Enjoy, and thanks for all the support! I can’t seem to insert the video into this blog, so you’ll have to copy and paste this link into your browser...
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2012-03-27
Shadowed mountains trace uneven lines; the golden sky splits & tears– jagged halves, dark & light. All around, the lazy city moves in twilight: deliberate & unchanging, an afternoon ritual. The vegetable man stands expectantly awaiting passerby. His gold tooth flashes, cinnamon eyes crinkle a fleeting smile. He swims through his tomatoes,...
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2012-03-27
Imagine you are a curious child, about 10 years old. You don’t know your exact birthday, because no one ever cared enough to write it down—you think it’s sometime in February. You long to go to school, but you have never been able to, what with seven little brothers and sisters to be looking after. ...
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2012-03-27
One vaccine down, four to go. It was a tiny bite—an incensed mono ardilla(squirrel monkey) had drawn just two drops of blood from my hand when I removed him from a tourist at the Parque Amazónico. This tiny scratch, however, ended in an eight-hour round-trip for the first vaccine and four-hour trips for the remaining...
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2012-03-27
Imagine yourself walking through a city with narrow cobblestone streets. Buildings flow seamlessly on either side of you, only interrupted by the occasional cast-iron gate leading away into a dusky unknown. A moon floats overhead, but you only know because every so often a beam of light sneaks through the copious covering of clouds to...
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2012-03-27
Jacob* runs a little tienda sells just two things: local jewelry and books. Jacob appears much like many of the other store owners in town. I probably passed him many times without really noticing him. The first time I really saw Jacob, he was talking to a couple of enthralled Germans seated on the sidewalk....
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