Holy jalapeño margaritas and jet lag batman, but I just slept for almost 15 hours which I haven’t done since Phil’s wedding. And believe it or not, that was mostly travel exhaustion and jet lag after being awake for like 48 hours straight. I really should have just went home […]
Don’t worry, I’m not learning German now. I’m here in Frankfurt Airport, der flughafen, with a freakin’ five hour layover and, I’m not kidding, it smells like it’s filled with dirty, dusty, severely bath-challenged people. I’ll tell you, it’s very hard to sleep with that odor wafting around, I should […]
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 […]
Physically, that is…my mind is still in Central America along with the flip flops I left behind. And now I am trying to organize all my photos and videos and play with this blog on my MacBook instead of frustrating myself with all the Russian PCs circa 1958 that littered […]
…but I was desperately trying to keep my ass on my tiny sliver of bus while avoiding stepping in some kid’s vomit.
And as he handed me the oyster from his could-be-cleaner hands, I said to myself ¨oh boy, this is going to make me sooooo sick¨.
Although I am really sad to leave, it will be nice to go to sleep without trying to catch something biting me.
