I don’t have a filter when it comes to talking about wanting to leave America…
Read More0 years from now, I will have forgotten the way the mountains looked from my window in Costa Rica and how people grilled outside on weekends at the pulperia across the street…
Read Morehe busy streets normally filled with cars were replaced with loud, colorful parades…
Read MoreGirl follows boy to foreign country, boy leaves girl there, girl falls in love with country (or food of said country) and decides to stay….
Read MoreWe were in Costa Rica, two months in, on a year-long adventure of travel, volunteering, and growth…
Read MoreMy earliest memories are of traveling back and forth on ‘Mr. Continental’ and ‘Mr. American’ from Honduras to Illinois, to see Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas time and feed the cows…
Read MoreI don’t know how to stay and invest in a city long-term. I’m panicking because there is no reason to go, there is no goodbye coming and because this is foreign…
Read MoreMy mind practices the process of letting go, adapting to change and saying goodbye continuously…
Read MoreI miss waking up to the salty air and seeing the small dots of surfers on the water paddling out to catch a wave back in…
Read MoreAfter one too many times of giving in and being uncomfortable or having it hurt, I said no. He questioned my sexuality because I didn’t want to have sex with him that night…
Read MoreShe took the lead and went zip lining first in Costa Rica. Then I had to try it. She was eager to run into the ocean and go past the giant waves that terrified me, yelling at me to come out and join her....
Read MoreIt’s easy to get caught up trying to fit in...
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