Integration vs. Polo Shirts

Integration vs. Polo Shirts

Posted by on May 26, 2014 in Americas, Colombia, Living Abroad, Musings | 2 Comments

I hate polo shirts. Polo shirts remind me of soggy french fries floating in dirty dishwater mixed with hamburger grease and crusted hot fudge. They remind me of running around with plastic baskets of chicken fingers, wearing chunky black non-slip shoes with M&Ms shoved in the cracks of the soles. When I started working at Friendly’s, I was […]

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 […]

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

Posted by on Dec 16, 2013 in Americas, Colombia, Living Abroad, Musings | 6 Comments

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. […]

A day in the life of a Peace Corps trainee: Colombia

A day in the life of a Peace Corps trainee: Colombia

Posted by on Sep 24, 2013 in Americas, Colombia, Living Abroad, Musings | 4 Comments

5 AM: My battery-powered alarm clock buzzes next to my bed. I turn the light on, turn my fan off, pull on my running shorts, and tip-toe into the bathroom next to my host family’s room. To no avail, my host mom jumps out of bed the second she hears the slight creak of the […]

It feels weird to not be alone.

It feels weird to not be alone.

Posted by on Sep 17, 2013 in Americas, Colombia, Living Abroad, Musings | 4 Comments

Since I turned 18, I’ve moved around and left my footprints on four different continents. For the most part, I’ve initiated these endeavors on my own. I do my research (or lack thereof) alone. I fly alone. I walk alone. I ride buses alone. I book hostels alone. I meet so many people, but still, […]

The homeless woman and the bus

The homeless woman and the bus

A few days ago, when the Colombian soccer team was scheduled to play Uruguay, some volunteers and I decided to chill at a pizza place and drink a couple beers after class. Wanting to explore the city more, we decided to meet in a neighborhood of Barranquilla called Los Andes, where some of the volunteers […]