Pienso soy más vieja que mi abuela nueva 9
…we hit the tiny market in the park this morning to practice our español.
…we hit the tiny market in the park this morning to practice our español.
…It was the derrumbamiento that kept me in Xela this afternoon.
…torrential rain in this region all day and all night.
…started my new job with the clowns today.
Wow, what a productive day! And I really got the hang of this grid, I think. I even went back to a place I had already been…on purpose! My first order of business was finding a school. I went to about 6 and narrowed it down to three. Celas […]
Anyway, I walked around for two hours in the wrong zona, on the wrong avenida looking for the wrong calle..
I was really hoping to post a picture of my headlamp, which I am convinced is somewhere so obvious and laughing at me. I’m not as coordinated as I’d like to be, and a headlamp frees my arms for balance and to push myself off the ground when I fall […]
Stanley was named in 2003 after a town in northwestern Tasmania, when a bus driver christened him with a tag he still proudly dangles from one of his loops. He’s been lost in Italy, gone missing in Greece, spent a lonely week without me in a garage in Sardinia, ridiculed […]
…in a few days, I’ll be on a chicken bus to Quetzaltenango