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Hermann’s, Hier Gent’s Um Die Wurst
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 … Continue readingHermann’s, Hier Gent’s Um Die Wurst
To molestar or not to molestar
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
Un regalo especial esta esperando para mi!
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!
Me ENCANTAN paches!
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!
Botas nuevas, aventuras nuevas…
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…
Yo sé, yo sé…no estoy en Guatemala más
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
Okay, so I guess I am a tiny bit happy to be home
…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
Au revoir, payasos y Xela…hasta pronto
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
¡Hacen usar de pollos!
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!
“Eres Tostada…TOE-STAH-DA”
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”