2019-08-20
The Big Question: am I crazy or just crazy faithful? This question skips through my head day in and day out as the move to Senegal quickly approaches. In moments of pure joy and excitement, I find a voice in the back of my mind asking… is this too crazy? This decision to GO and...
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2019-08-20
It is exactly 5 days until my 18th birthday, and 10 days until I embark on my journey to halfway across the world– a fact that has only just crashed upon my unsuspecting psyche. For my first blog, I want to reflect on the things that have led to this upcoming adventure: rejection, an Instagram...
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2019-08-19
As the date of my departure to San Francisco moves closer (It’s now only 4 days!), I’ve been reflecting a lot on the process of coming home, knowing I’ll have to leave again. Home is a concept with which I have a very complex relationship – that probably deserves its own post...
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2019-08-19
The picture above is one that my best friend Bia (from the Brazilian city of Sao Paulo) and I took during the Brazilian Carnival celebrations at UWC Dilijan. Our friendship began during our school’s induction and it has continued to grow ever since. Being best friends with a Brazilian has a lot of perks- abrupt...
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2019-08-19
When I was still small enough to hide behind my mom during encounters with new people and panic during school fire drills, my parents began to invite strangers to my house. Loaded with sets of panniers and powered by two wheels, gears, and their body strength, our guests would coast into our driveway on touring...
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2019-08-19
From: Aniska Bitomsky Sent: Monday, 19 August, 10:49 Subject: Why I chose Ecuador To: updates@globalcitizenyear.com Hey folks, Writing my first blog post is kind of exciting and scary, but here we go. I came back from the Ecuadorian consulate in London yesterday and finally received my visa, wuhu. Getting that visa was such a struggle...
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2019-08-19
Watch this first: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtR9_xxVAdQ&feature=youtu.be My host mom recently sent me this video from my last night in India. In it, I am dressed in a kurta, standing on stage in front of many host families, reciting a poem in Hindi titled “Ode to Dal Rice”. My feet are bare, my skin is dark, and there...
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