2018-12-24
Along crawls the sharp forgotten feeling Your feet managed to seep into the dirt Gasping for life while your mind is wheeling Pushing papers and wanting to divert The shattered countenance lied to your face So it went, you packed your brown carpetbag Loathing the constant and gradual race And your white laces will no...
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When I moved to Ecuador for seven months my Spanish language skills involved some numbers, colors, and saying, “Hi, my name is Bridget”. . I knew it would be challenging, but I had no idea about how challenging life it would be for a non-speaker. Not being able to communicate my feelings to my host...
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2018-12-21
When you look at this photo all you can see is a mango, a dirt track and a lot of blue. But this simple mango is a reminder of the generosity shown to me since coming to this country. I took this photo during my first weeks here in Senegal. It was a day when...
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2018-12-20
In the Otavalo market, other Americans couldn’t easily identify me as their own. For some reason, I make desperate gazes at tourists, hoping that I would spark some form of fraternity in this foreign land. But alas, they may shoot me a brisk stare, then continue their banter about how interesting the indigenous market was....
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2018-12-20
To start off this story let me tell you about my apprenticeship: I work at a underprivileged and pernicious location known as a *favela. *It’s an afterschool program for kids ages 4-16 and they spend around 4 hours playing soccer, training muy thai / Brazilian jiu jitsu, acting classes, or playing with toys and their...
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2018-12-20
As I write this blog, I have been away from home over three months, 110 days to be exact. It has been 110 days since I’ve been in my house, felt the comfort of my own bed, or enjoyed the company of my family and neighborhood friends. It’s crazy to think that I have been...
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