I taught my friends bachata in the middle of Manchester. My worlds were colliding…
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 MoreThe fog was heavy over the city, and the morning doves softly sang their tunes repeatedly…
Read MoreAs a child who grew up in a suburban bubble in Minnesota, coming to Flores de Villa was shocking. I was unaware of the poverty that existed, and to see it first-hand changed me forever...
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Read MoreDancing is everywhere in Peru; it’s a way to share history and tell stories. The country is rich in traditional dances, and I grew to love this part of Peruvian culture. It didn't matter that I was never very good at it...
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