a lesson about pants

a lesson about pants

Posted by on May 16, 2014 | 4 Comments

As I was sitting across from José, devouring a Mediterranean-style crepe, I shifted in my seat and felt a thin layer of sweat underneath my bare thighs. I was wearing a dress, and the air conditioner had stopped functioning in the restaurant. I thought about something that had been bothering me. “Yesterday I wore a […]

Festival de Dulces

Festival de Dulces

Posted by on Apr 11, 2014 | One Comment

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. […]

Monks Hitchhike and Nuns Use WhatsApp

Monks Hitchhike and Nuns Use WhatsApp

Posted by on Dec 5, 2013 | One Comment

From the middle of the winding dirt road, we heard an engine roar in the distance. Bryan, the Canadian, and Sunnim, the Chinese monk from my Korean class, stopped in their tracks. “Was that the bus?” Bryan asked, with a wrinkle forming on his forehead. I sheepishly looked at Bryan, knowing it was my fault […]

Living among the (domesticated) animals of La Boquilla

Living among the (domesticated) animals of La Boquilla

Posted by on Nov 20, 2013 | 2 Comments

Along with the roosters, the birds wake me up every morning around 6:30 AM. When they begin to sing, I open my eyes to the soft morning glow sweeping through my bedroom window. They repeat the same short song for 20 or 30 minutes, their piercing chirps overpowering the steady hum of my fan. Then […]

My Miró Breakfast

My Miró Breakfast

Posted by on Nov 4, 2013 | 2 Comments

Today my breakfast looked like a Miró painting. There was a brown hot dog on the left side of the plate, two triangular pieces of Costeño cheese in the top center, and a fried ball of dough on the right. Food unintentionally inspired by 20th century art. I picked up the ball of fried dough […]

Vulgarities

Vulgarities

Posted by on Oct 30, 2013 | One Comment

“I’m not going to teach you those,” Jorge said. “But how can we know what the kids are saying if you don’t teach us?” I asked. We were in Spanish class, focusing on Costeño idioms, including the phrase decir vulgaridades. It didn’t take long to convince him; Jorge stood up, walked over to the whiteboard, and […]