As 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 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 was very inspired by the Gitano nomad lifestyle. I asked my father if it was possible to live like that today. Of course, he didn't want his daughter to wander off and live like a gypsy...
Read MoreOn the silted shores of that Kashmiri lake from my childhood - my shoes slowly ruining in the slush of snow, mud and plum blossoms - I stood beside the houseboat we were staying in (which once hosted Henry Kissinger). That was the month Indira Gandhi was voted out and my whole family got stuck in India.
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 MoreWe were both required to take a placement test. I didn’t place very high, but brought my results to my advisor and got signed up no problem. Samiya, on the other hand, took it and scored very high. When she brought her results to her advisor, he said, “No way is this your score. No way a person like you can score this high”…
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 MoreEvery time we moved and in each new country we lived, my mom openly embraced everything. I don’t know too many people who would have gone to a funeral of a neighbor just a few short months after moving in, but she was one of them...
Read MoreIt’s easy to get caught up trying to fit in...
Read MoreMy passports have always been issued from abroad. In the 1980s my passports were changed to blue "Z" instead of the standard blue. I was treated like a second class citizen each time I “returned” to the US and travelling in my 20's through Europe with it in the Cold War was sheer hell on the Eastern side of the Iron Curtain...
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