I taught my friends bachata in the middle of Manchester. My worlds were colliding…
Read MoreI 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 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...
Read MoreI had kept my story to myself because it’s uncomfortable, and people never knew what to say…
Read MoreTo call it just a meal trivializes it. It’s an event, a ceremony even…
Read MoreI knew that people could look at us and know we were not from there, yet I tried desperately to fit in in this place that I called home...
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 MoreI never thought that this change I loved so much would betray me. When my dad started talking, tears ran down my face as I soaked in his words and tried to make sense of what he was saying. We were leaving Peru in three days. No one in Peru knew we were leaving...
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 MoreMy friends asked me why I went out with him at all, knowing that he wasn’t from here. I said that’s why I was attracted to him…
Read MoreScattered houses of veneer boards and rusty tin sheets pressed against each other along streets full of dust, are filled with abuse, heartbreak and pain…
Dancing 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...
Read MoreWe left the taxis that were everywhere, and we left the skyscrapers that gave the most incredible views of the vast city. We left the live music in the park where you could dance with other couples, smiling and laughing, not caring that you were stepping on your partner's feet...
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