So Gianluca walks into my room the other day and asks “Tree-cee-ah, is it okay if I molest you?” And I was thinking, “Sure, why the hell not?” but instead laughed and said “You do know what that means in English, right?” Molestar is the verb for “bother” in Spanish, […]
Okay, so maybe there’s nothing gigante about this barrilete, but the little boys running around the hills above San Marcos sure were having a great time getting them airborne.
Had a really busy work week but managed to throw in some yoga with Gianluca, vinitos y quesos con Michelle y Geraldina, dinner with Lety (and Gianluca), giggling with Sonia, some mercado and farmacia adventures (necesito un laxante, por favor!), absolutely atrocious Spanish conversations with Catarina (y Lore y Lety […]
Blame Roe. She made me find my password so I could blog again. So here I am! Back in Quetzaltenango with my beloved clowns, this time juggling a full-time job (what a telecommute!) and designing promotion material for a super duper 10-day Teatro del Oprimido event in January, and […]
