Camping in the Caribbean: Tayrona National Park

Camping in the Caribbean: Tayrona National Park

Taroko, Terelj, and Tayrona. Is it a coincidence that the last three national parks I’ve explored have started with the letter T? Tayrona, however, is located far from the others–outside of Santa Marta on the Caribbean coast of Colombia. A couple months ago, José and I embarked on a last minute trip to...
2013 in Photos: Goodbye Korea, Hello Colombia, and some stops in between

2013 in Photos: Goodbye Korea, Hello Colombia, and some stops in between

Maybe it’s the tropical climate, or maybe all the shuffling around, but it’s hard to believe that Christmas is in a few days and we’re nearing the end of 2013. Also, I just realized that I’ve been blogging for two years, and I have published 200 entries. Insane! I spent a...
#3, Collaging Colombia: feet in the sand at Salgar

#3, Collaging Colombia: feet in the sand at Salgar

 [magazine pieces on 3"x5" index card] Salgar, Puerto Colombia, Colombia. November 2013. We sat around a white, plastic umbrella table in front of the sea and buried our feet in the dark brown sand. Eating fried snapper, coconut rice and deep fried plantains, drinking Aguilas, and listening to Silvestre’s Vallenato...
30 shots of Mongolia: from Ulaanbaatar to Lake Kovsgol

30 shots of Mongolia: from Ulaanbaatar to Lake Kovsgol

I’ll remember Mongolia as the land of magnificent skies. During the day, the sky ranged from brilliant shades of cyan to Prussian blue, but after twilight, the Big Dipper pierced through a spattering of stars and the milky way lingered overhead. In addition to being culturally unique, Mongolia’s vast landscape...
Staying with nomadic Mongolian families: part III

Staying with nomadic Mongolian families: part III

Day 3: I arrived at the third family’s home, where I met my host mother and her two grown daughters. One of the daughters and I walked towards the forest to collect kindling for the wood stove. As I piled fallen branches into my arms, I remembered a moment during...
ㄱ through ㅎ: What I'll miss about Korea

ㄱ through ㅎ: What I’ll miss about Korea

It’s been awhile. My semester at GGU ended in June, so I packed my life into two bags and spent two weeks in Mongolia, living in yurts with nomadic families, drinking fermented mare milk, traveling by horse, and eating way too much goat meat. A few days ago, after a...
Secrets of Taroko

Secrets of Taroko

After a few days in Taichung, my Taiwanese friend Olivia and I traveled to Hualien, a naturally-preserved, remote beach town on Taiwan’s east coast. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and we spent a few days biking, walking along the beach and drinking beers on the rocks, while...
A broken air conditioner and an ajumma in charge

A broken air conditioner and an ajumma in charge

My middle-aged, ajumma Korean landlord has more energy than the girls who promote sales at beauty shops in Myeongdong, bouncing up and down in knee socks and repeatedly shouting the same phrase into a microphone for hours on end. She is never in my building, so she comes to my...
Notes from the covert world of Korean shamanism

Notes from the covert world of Korean shamanism

CELINE CROSSED HER LEGS and took a long drag of her cigarette. “The shaman told me my grandmother’s hometown. She pointed to it on a map,” she recounted in her thick French accent. “Later, the adoption agency gave me the exact same information.” A couple other exchange students and I...
When is travel photography inappropriate?

When is travel photography inappropriate?

“You’re crazy!” the taxi driver yelled at my friend Alex before muttering a long list of, what I assumed to be, Filipino curse words. We had just arrived at our guesthouse in Manila, and the taxi driver was demanding more money than was displayed on the meter. This was my...
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Festival de Dulces

Festival de Dulces

Today was the Festival de Dulces. The high school students celebrated by wearing jeans, blasting champeta, and selling goey mango, coconut, papaya and arequipe sweets. When I walked towards the school this afternoon, a bunch of kids yelled my name. “Sarah, a la orden,” one girl said, motioning towards the mango concoction on the table....
So, do you think I... ?

So, do you think I… ?

Sweating like usual. “I recently read an article about a guy–I don’t know if he’s from the United States or England–but he invented a lotion that you can use instead of showering,” My co-teacher mentioned. We were chatting in English while the students copied a huge chunk of text off the white board. “Interesting…” “I...
Documenting my Peace Corps projects

Documenting my Peace Corps projects

[Hanging out with some of my adult students after class.] When I created this blog in 2011, I intended it to be a travel blog, but over the past few years, it’s merged into a travel/art/lifestyle/I-write-whatever-the hell-I want-to-write-and-that’s-why-this-blog-could-never-be-that-popular kind of blog. However, one topic I rarely write about is work. In Korea, I occasionally wrote...
February: a month of Murakami and magic realism

February: a month of Murakami and magic realism

Besides teaching and getting some Peace Corps projects off the ground, this February I simultaneously immersed myself in Murakami’s epic 1Q84, and Laura Esquivel’s, Like Water for Chocolate. I’m now familiar with an abundance of cooking vocabulary in Spanish, and I can’t stop looking for a second moon in the sky.   10. 1Q84, by Haruki...
For expats and travelers: the e-book vs. real book debate

For expats and travelers: the e-book vs. real book debate

Since I’ve been roaming beyond US borders without a permanent residency for the past few years, I have several paperbacks, journals, and big, beautiful art books gathering dust on a bookshelf in my parents’ house. I love these books, but I’m a minimalist. Fascinated by the thought of storing unfathomable amounts of text on a single...
The 52 Book Challenge: an ambitious January

The 52 Book Challenge: an ambitious January

Although I haven’t been writing as much lately, I’ve been reading A LOT. I’ve realized that in order to be a better writer, I need to become a more voracious reader. And since I haven’t been teaching, (we’re still on vacation) I’ve had quite a bit of free time. Last year I read 22 books. Although...
Christmas in La Boquilla

Christmas in La Boquilla

The weather may be hot, but that hasn’t stopped Boquilleros from creating Christmas decorations that resemble the environment of their northern neighbors. Styrofoam and paper cup snowmen, CD wreaths, and Christmas trees from plastic bags, recycled bottles and old tires line the streets. At night, the dirt roads are illuminated by arches of lights blinking...
I Live on the Beach: an update and some goals for the next two years

I Live on the Beach: an update and some goals for the next two years

So long to schedules! The nine-hour days of Peace Corps training have ended, and I’ve entered a period of transition and adjustment. A month ago, I moved to my site, La Boquilla, located on the beach, 25 minutes north of the center of Cartagena. La Boquilla is an Afro-Colombian, peri-urban community mainly comprised of fishermen....

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