Goals, Bachata, and a Rock
I planned on writing about other Medellín topics but my mind keeps coming back to these kids at Fundación Poder Joven, so here we go […]
I planned on writing about other Medellín topics but my mind keeps coming back to these kids at Fundación Poder Joven, so here we go […]
“Profe, sit next to me,” Nicole said in Spanish as she presented me with a small plastic chair. She wanted to practice English while eating […]
The two Dutch women across from me were telling stories about their year camping in New Zealand. The couple from Melbourne related their own Kiwi […]
Just look at the pictures Sorry about the clickbait. I was stressing about what to write for my first blog post of this three-month journey. […]
“Are you going to another country tomorrow?” That’s what my grandson asked me, on the verge of tears, when I came back from Mexico last […]
O QUE EU GANHEI COM VINTE E OITO ANOS DE FOTOS Aqui está uma versão do meu post no Google Translate. Peço desculpas por quaisquer […]
What I gained from twenty-eight years of photos Versão em português A Chance Encounter I was confused as I stood at the checkout counter with […]
“I am not getting off this plane,” I said in broken Spanish to the stewardess. Despite my insistence, she maintained a smile on her face […]
See the previous post for Part I of this story. Where’s the Beach? I left the airport after my first flight as a courier feeling […]
Too Good to Be True? My first trip to South America began with these instructions: You will meet a six-foot-tall Black man named Rufus at […]