2012-03-27
It’s only a map…it’s only a map…it’s only a map… The words kept repeating in my head, but to no avail: no matter how I attempted to rationalize the situation to myself—and the absurdity of my reaction to it—I could not fall asleep on Monday night. I was terrified that none of the invited kids...
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My one week site visit to San Ramon De Kuyaloma got off to a slow start. The first day I sat in the office, chatted in broken Spanish to the director of the school, Fredy, and ate lunch at 10:45 am. Day two seemed it would be more of the same…until, Fredy led me to...
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2012-03-27
After working on Christmas, I was NOT expecting much that night. My hopes weren’t that high from the day before either where I saw an impromptu street parade and people at several tiendas in Archidona dancing to blaring techno music. That night however, I was pleasantly surprised. That Christmas night couldn’t have ended up more...
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2012-03-27
[Note: This event happened near Christmas, but the message is still applicable to my life now.] “Do you want to go [incoherent words in Spanish]?” “Sure. Where are we going?” “[Incoherent name of town in Ecuador]!” “Alright. What time do we leave?” “Six in the morning on Saturday.” It was...
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One of the last things my mom told me before I left for Ecuador was to not come home with a man or a baby. Well I half listened. I do not have a man here. I have a daughter! Wait Before you all start panicking and getting plan tickets to Ecuador to punish me. ...
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They’re a common sight along the road to my village, the stairs to nowhere. They dot the shoulder, sturdy cement constructions that lead only to thin air. Once upon a time, someone thought it would be a good idea to build pedestrian overpasses at the locations these stairs now occupy – but the money ran...
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2012-03-22
In my little wooden room in the Amazon, I will sometimes spend hours under the cracks of light that sift through the wooden boards, and watch as my three lives begin to make sense. The Hindi, the Spanish, the English. Maybe you can take a minute, to lay there with me. In the Amaden, District...
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