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

How Can I Even Begin… Six Month Reflection of My Time in Guatemala

How can I even begin to capture in words, in letters, in pictures or in stories what these 6 months in Guatemala have meant to me? How can I even begin to describe what it has felt like to open up my bleeding heart to strangers? Some of which touch that raw beating organ with…Read more How Can I Even Begin… Six Month Reflection of My Time in Guatemala

Cómo Puedo Empezar … Mi Reflexion de Mi 6 Meses en Guatemala

¿Cómo puedo empezar a capturar en palabras, en tarjetas, en fotos, o en historias lo qué estos 6 meses en Guatemala han significado para mi? ¿Cómo puedo empezar a describir como ha sido abrir mi corazón sangrante a los extraños? Algunos tocaban el crudo órgano latiente con un toque gentil y djieron ‘gracias’. Esto es…Read more Cómo Puedo Empezar … Mi Reflexion de Mi 6 Meses en Guatemala

The Banana Republic- History Lessons and My Initial Interest in Guatemala

The Banana Republic. I saw these three words displayed on Mr. Johanson’s black board. With standardized testing over he was now free to teach the history he felt was important. The Banana Republic is a set of small countries in Latin America that rely/relied economically on the support of the fruit export industry. This definition…Read more The Banana Republic- History Lessons and My Initial Interest in Guatemala

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

“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