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I clutched the wooden sideboards of the boat like a lifeline with eyes squeezed shut as we lurched up and down and side to side, salt spraying my face with each watery obstacle we oh so clumsily traversed. When I opened my eyes to search desperately for a horizon, I was met only by a landscape of rolling waves in the darkness and an equally overwhelming wave of nausea in my throat. I shut my eyes…

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I reclined on the couch in Luna’s Castle hostel with my pliers, wrapping wire gently around the stem of a feather and chatting with an Australian guy when I heard someone say, “Wow, look! There’s a fire.” I looked up to see that multiple guests had moved to the balcony to watch a commotion outside. Curious, I left my work on the coffee table to join them.

For a moment, my mind didn’t register…

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I dreamt of you again last night. It was snowing, and a photographer piled willing volunteers into a covered carousel so he could take pictures of their shadows on the wax paper walls. I saw your moving image on a projector screen as if in an old film, wild hair tied up with a bandanna and laughing. By your side was a girl who looked like me, or at least how I used to look – long blonde hair…

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Soul Sisters in the Caribbean

Heart fluttering nervously, I stepped off the bus into the heat of the day and hauled my backpack onto my shoulders. The huge metal beast grunted and rumbled on its way, leaving me with a view of a perfect white-sand beach decorated with palm trees. I looked around with anticipation, but the only people nearby were the other tourists gathering their bags and preparing for a round of hostel…

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“Cada vez que m…

“Cada vez que me miras, nazco en tus ojos.” – Acción Poética El Salvador

Every time you look at me, I am born in your eyes. 

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08 Mar 14 at 8 pm

Mud and Poo, Love and Learning

For what felt like the hundredth time, my foot plunged into ankle-deep mud that slopped over the sides of my boot, dousing my socks in sludge.

Mud and Poo, Love and Learning

For what felt like the hundredth time, my foot plunged into ankle-deep mud that slopped over the sides of my boot, dousing my socks in sludge.

Pan-American Journey on the Chicken Bus

THIS IS NOT MY PHOTO. It is from the website smh.com.au

Our original plan was to get on the nice, easy Tica Bus which would take us directly down the Pan-American Highway straight to the capital of Nicaragua in a couple of days. It would be one easy fee of 53 USD, not including border fees and the hostel in El Salvador. But as we sat in the bus station, a feeling of uneasiness crept over us. No. This isn’t what we want to do.

After a quick breakfast…

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04 Mar 14 at 10 pm

Touring Guate

Semuc Champey was a watercolor landscape, crystalline and idyllic. We swam in slippery pools with tiny fish that gnawed on our toes and floated on the pure blue-green surface like sea glass.

Touring Guate

Semuc Champey was a watercolor landscape, crystalline and idyllic. We swam in slippery pools with tiny fish that gnawed on our toes and floated on the pure blue-green surface like sea glass.

My first month of the New Year has been beautiful so far. I kicked it off with a mediation retreat which felt as cleansing as a bucket shower, splashes of ice water on shivering skin. Although it was a bit uncomfortable in the meantime, afterwards I felt…

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It’s 4:00am. A bell rings. I roll over and groan, clinging to the pleasure of two warm wool blankets, drifting back to sleep deep enough to dream. A few minutes later, the bell rings again, more persistently. There’s no avoiding it now. I force myself to…

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Cacao and Buses

Last Thursday at 6:00am, I climbed out of bed and walked through the gate to the factory. Closing the door behind me, I took a right and made my way up the hill. It was a sunny day for the first time since I arrived in Antigua, and the warm rays felt like…

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18 Dec 13 at 9 pm

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Twenty two years ago today, a woman from California gave birth to her first child in the city of…

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22Twenty two years ago today, a woman from California gave birth to her first child in the city of…View Post