2015-06-02
What it was like to leave I remember looking at my suitcases all packed up in my tiny, concrete room thinking, How was that eight months!?” Most times in my journey I thought I would never be back home or thought I would be home earlier than expected because I just couldn’t make it any...
Read More2015-03-03
Last week my region had our second training seminar with another region that we hadn’t seen for about five months. Catching up on our lives, I was frequently asked the question, ÛÏSoÛ_ do you have friends in your community?Û Along with many others, I shamelessly responded, ÛÏHaha definitely not.Û But returning to Colta Monjas Alto...
Read More2015-02-10
This past weekend I found myself in bat position
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2014-11-24
“Dios le pague,” I say as I’m handed a steaming plate of rice and pig skin. This roughly translates to “God pays you,” and is a less cold-hearted version of “gracias.” Had I known this sooner, I would never have said “gracias” so often. Whoops. But I’m learning. I started here as an infant, barely...
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2014-09-24
Since 8th grade, I have backpacked at least 45 miles each summer, so when my friends and I decided to hike the volcano, Pichincha, one Saturday afternoon I felt confident in my abilities. However, as we rode up to the base of the mountain in el Teleferico (basically a ski lift) and the air was already...
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2014-07-31
“A year from now, we’ll all be gone, all our friends will move away,” As I sang these words at my graduation party surrounded by lifelong friends, I felt something coming to an end. Not the end of friendships, but the end of this stage in life. We are all inevitably pushed and pulled in...
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