2012-02-16
Every Wednesday, I get up at 5a.m., get ready and I’m at the bus terminal by 6:15 am to take a bus that goes by the road to the school about 30 minutes outside of Ibarra. I have to pay attention to make sure I don’t miss my stop, because the school is in a rural...
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2012-02-16
(January 23, 2012) On our seven hour drive from Quito to the beach, there were plenty of interesting scenes to capture. We passed cascades, and churches, and landscapes, and drying laundry, and African Palm groves. What? African Palm? I’m in the Andes. What is an African palm doing here? And why...
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2012-02-14
– Liquid hydration= acquired – Clothes (underwear, shorts, ripped t-shirt, socks, Senegalese jelly shoes)= ON – Space Time Continuator (watch)= Check – K-9 companions= Following Almost every day I like to try and maintain physical fitness by going on a thirty minute run through Senegal’s beautiful all natural landscape. The run provides a sense...
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2012-02-13
February marks my sixth month in Ecuador, and I still haven’t posted something about my work. I guess that’s been a little difficult to describe because I’ve bumped around doing three different things. But here’s one of them: Main apprenticeship: Jambi Huasi: Intercultural Health Center (October – April). I work Monday-Thursday: working at the receptionist...
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2012-02-10
My experiences in Senegal have continued to enchant me to the point that I want to stay here forever. One thing that I have completely fallen in love with is the village I live in named Palmarin, Ngaloo. When I first came to Senegal and I was in Dakar I had thought that it was the most peaceful place I...
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2012-02-10
As I mentally prepared for this year, there were things I knew I’d have to learn. I would need to learn new customs, new languages, how to live independently, and other alien concepts yet to be discovered. In fact, the things I did know were few and far between. Among this abundance of unlearned material,...
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2012-02-09
About a month ago I was with my mom and my sister heading home from the market in Rufisque, a town 25 minutes from my village of Sebikotane. It was a balmy evening, around 8pm – the sky was clear and the stars were bright. We were returning after a successful afternoon of shopping with...
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