Six Hundred Goodbyes
It has taken me a while to get around to writing this post. Saying goodbye is hard, and the move after those goodbyes can be hard, too. I...
Cereal on El Chepe
Unlike having my hair wind-tousled, riding El Chepe (the last passenger train in Mexico) through the Copper Canyon was absolutely the stuff
Hablo Español
When I entered third grade in Mexico, my first year of living here, I started school without knowing any Spanish (basically) at all. My...
Water and Fire and Water // Spring Break Pt. 3
After hiring a guide, we started to walk through the grounds at Chichén Itzá. It is shocking and gorgeous. Some mixture of my nostalgia for
Hosteltality // Spring Break Pt. 2
Our hostel, La Casa de Paco, turned out to be a fantastic find. Paco and his wife Elena run the family operation, and Elena had just recentl
Stopping to Savor // Spring Break Pt. I
The exquisite meal invited such attention that other things kind of fell into the background. Savoring demanded attention more than time did
Sliding Down Volcanoes, and Crying My Way Up
In sixth grade, I decided that I wanted to play tennis. I have never been athletically inclined, and my preteen years were no exception....
Recrossed Paths, or How 18 Pesos Can Open a Heart
A few months ago, before Christmas break, I woke up early on a Tuesday. I showered, made breakfast, and waited. My ride hadn't gotten...
Butterfly Skies and the Moments In Between
Photo credit: Marielle PG This past month has been filled with all sorts of moments. To those of you who read my blog regularly and know...
Mahogany on the Sidewalk
My second car was a blue Chevy Cobalt. Her name was Madame. I was a nervous mess during the days that I spent looking for a new vehicle...
