2015-07-16
This post is a sort of accompaniment to my previous post titled “I’m Confident.” I wrote near the beginning of March Ò I was told I would change. ThatÛªs what everyone said about Global Citizen Year – they changed, you would find change in yourself. I didnÛªt entirely believe this. My U.S. family visited me...
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-signs are in English -there are a lot of white people -I tried to speak to my cat in Spanish. Without thinking, I saidvenga
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Challenges food machismoism Best family friends
Read More2015-03-20
The first months at my new home, I tried really hard to fit in. I tried to act like an Ecuadorian. I thought this meant dressing like my new sisters in jeans and ballet flats, even though I hate ballet flats. To not go running in the streets because most Otavaleos only go running in...
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2015-01-27
Enjoying the hail/rainstorm/flooding from the comfort of the car. Some cars were flooded in feet of water and the hail floated on top of the streams. Plantains – in all forms (fried, baked, in balls, sliced, with cheese) My new best friend Ariana (sheÛªs 10). I was waiting for my order of plantains (where her...
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2015-01-06
The white jersey dribbles down the field, to the right, where in some fast-paced seconds, she steals the ball and places it on the feet of a colored shirt 20 meters down the field. They cheer and holler, the crowd of ten or so. Que rico estÌÁ la noche, the night time air. For the...
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2014-08-16
Dear Readers, I want to write to you now – whoever you are. Maybe you read my last blog post. It’s 1:35am right now and I’m writing because I am feeling inspired to write and because I want to address my previous blog post. I don’t think that blog post is real. It’s not me....
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2014-08-04
I’ve always liked to diverge. Rebecca, Abby, and Sam ski on ahead. I plop down in the snow, waiting for them to disappear. I want space to get lost in the snow and the trees. I want to find my own way down the mountain, far from their tracks and voices. I lay back, looking...
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