My very first plane trip was to the Caribbean island Antigua in 1984, a high school graduation gift from my mom. At 17, it wasn’t my first trip away from home, but it was definitely the furthest I’d ...
Read more »I have been “going to study Spanish somewhere” since the mid-90s. The desire took root during my first trip to South America, on a local bus headed from Baños to Riobamba, Ecuador. At the ...
Read more »Definitely not a traditional travel guide as much as a snapshot of visited destinations, with itineraries, tips, photos, some journal excerpts and descriptions of place and experience.
Read more »Today was the first day it wasn’t raining when I woke up so I grabbed Teresa’s bike and rode to the city center. The bike path system here is really top notch, and the city is set up quite nicely for bikers, cars and pedestrians. I made sure I could […]
Si, si, por hombre. They don’t really look like mandals, but apparently my feet are just too big to fit in ladies sandals here. I think my feet might be a 42 in Europe and every shop I went in just stopped at 40. Anyway, my sandals, which were women’s […]
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.
