No Place Like the Feeling of Home

Driving down Highway 17 on a drab Saturday morning. Damp asphalt. A thin layer of fog floats through the trees. Roadwork makes narrow shoulders non-existent shoulders. Wandering wildlife hide behind blind corners. Sun and fog peep through green giants. I feel the comfort of the heater on my feet while the smell of the trees…Read more No Place Like the Feeling of Home

I See Guatemala as a Woman

I see Guatemala as a woman Her eyes a glazy blue cataracts A milky way reflecting the stars which once led her people Behind those eyes wisdom that dates back further then Christ himself They hold a sadness They emit passion and strength She is a keeper of secrets Behind her lips and in here…Read more I See Guatemala as a Woman

I Will Remember… A Reflection of My Year at Education and Hope

I remember my first day at Education and Hope. No Spanish. Lots of names and new faces. Lorena presenting me to every señora, to each administrator and to all of the classes. Every child presenting themselves by their first, middle, second middle and last names. At this point my Spanish was limited, and by limited…Read more I Will Remember… A Reflection of My Year at Education and Hope

Nebaj- eterna primavera, tiranía eterna

¡Dormí por una friolera de 11 horas! Viajar de un lugar a otro realmente me azotó. Decidí pasar la Q10 extra para conseguir mi propia habitación para la semana. Me alojé en Media Luna Medio Sol. Las comodidades eran básicas y mi habitación era confortable, pintada en un bonito tono de amarillo con una luz natural maravillosa…Read more Nebaj- eterna primavera, tiranía eterna