What I Learned from Working at an Irish Pub in Guatemala

I started my short-term stint at Shamrock, Xela’s Irish pub, on Saint Patrick’s Day. I entered the bar early to encounter a few travelers passing through. Two older couples with European accents. Three young guys from Ireland of all places. My first thought was how strange is this, ‘interviewing’ to work at an Irish pub on…Read more What I Learned from Working at an Irish Pub in Guatemala

Before Things Changed- The Truth About Wanting Different Things

We sit at the end of a pier in San Francisco. The old wooden bench that holds us is splintered due to a combination of salty water and time. This mocha is so delicious that I need to close my eyes for a moment to take in el sabor. I close my eyes to take this…Read more Before Things Changed- The Truth About Wanting Different Things

Drag Your Ass Out of Bed- A Moment of Self Reflection and My Trip to Tak’alik Ab’aj

6:30- alarm rings. Ugh… snooze 6:39- alarm rings again. Seriously. My eyes burn due to a combination of sleep deprivation and sheer laziness. I try to take in a deep breath and it feels like a softball fills the space between my throat and my lungs. Snooze. 6:43- alarm. O dear god why… message Spencer.…Read more Drag Your Ass Out of Bed- A Moment of Self Reflection and My Trip to Tak’alik Ab’aj

Filter

via Daily Prompt: Filter Filter. The limp piece of paper that lays in the back of a coffee maker saturated in a mix of coffee beans and water. The colorful tint you add to your Instagram photo that you proudly declare was unused but never give proper credit to when applied. The slimy green film…Read more Filter

“I don’t think you can handle the grey”- A Reflection

“I don’t think you can handle the grey” The grey. A new world without Google maps where wild things roam free. At times this world seems impossible to navigate in my normal fashion, by car. The highways continuously curve and roads cross like busy LA intersections. This place has no prescribed rules, regulations or speed…Read more “I don’t think you can handle the grey”- A Reflection

Bustling Busses: My Journey of Being Present

Xela. Xela. Pasa adelante. I quickly shuffle up the stairs to see a family making their way to the final row of seats. A mother. A father. Their baby. The bus is full. 2 to a seat. The bus takes off and I feel the sudden jolt of the bus as I shakily make my…Read more Bustling Busses: My Journey of Being Present