So Gianluca walks into my room the other day and asks “Tree-cee-ah, is it okay if I molest you?” And I thought, “Sure, why the hell not?” but instead laughed and said “You do know what that means in English, right?” Molestar is the verb … Continue readingTo molestar or not to molestar
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. … Continue readingUn regalo especial esta esperando para mi!
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 … Continue readingMe ENCANTAN paches!
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 (¡que telecommute!) and designing promotional material for a super duper 10-day Teatro del Oprimido event … Continue readingBotas nuevas, aventuras nuevas…
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 … Continue readingYo sé, yo sé…no estoy en Guatemala más
…but I was desperately trying to keep my ass on my tiny sliver of bus while avoiding stepping in some kid’s vomit. … Continue readingOkay, so I guess I am a tiny bit happy to be home
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¨. … Continue readingAu revoir, payasos y Xela…hasta pronto
Although I am really sad to leave, it will be nice to go to sleep without trying to catch something biting me. … Continue reading¡Hacen usar de pollos!
That was the level of conversation on the bus ride from Tierra Colorado two weeks ago, which was a lot different than this week’s bus ride which included musings in English about who was going to use the machete in my tool bag. … Continue reading“Eres Tostada…TOE-STAH-DA”
This whole operation spelled HOSPITAL to me, from the wooden plank they laid on the roof so the metal sheet wouldn’t pop up to the precarious position of the kitchen knife looming over Luke’s face … Continue readingMi vida entera está en el subjuntivo