How to Experience Carnaval in Las Tablas, Panamá

This post is about a recent travel adventure of mine, in Panama in early March 2014. I was going there to visit a friend, and my trip serendipitously happened to coincide with Carnaval. Our initial research quickly turned up a small town called Las Tablas, which we quickly learned is known by all Panamanians as being the…

Things I Miss about Honduras

  This post was written just two weeks after I returned to the US after eight months in Honduras in 2011. It definitely still brings some seriously sentimental feelings back to my heart-place. I’ve been “home” for just over two weeks now, and the absence of The Little Things is already making its mark on…

We spend hours each day visiting poor batey communities

But in reality we don’t have to drive 3 hours to see the face of poverty. It is everywhere, even here in our nice hotel. It’s the blank stare of a plainly dressed, dark-skinned woman sitting on the lobby couch next to a well-dressed, older white man It’s the same girl quietly crossing herself and…

Best Practices for Killing Cockroaches

This post was originally written in August 2011, towards the end of my eight-month stay in Honduras. Though that was nearly three years ago now, my visceral hatred of cockroaches still burns equally deep to this day. Greetings from Ocotepeque, Honduras, where the current temperature is estimated to be around 146 degrees Fahrenheit and people (me)…

¿Que me dice mae?

  This post was originally written about three months into my study abroad in Costa Rica in 2010. My Spanish has improved significantly since then, and so I’ve taken out a couple things that seem like my original understanding of them may have been dubious, or if I don’t actually remember hearing them much in real life.…

I close my eyes, and I’m there.

This post was originally written in December 2011, looking back on my 8 months in beautiful Honduras earlier that year.  …Tiptoeing along the top of a crumbling cement wall alongside the skinny dry-season version of a river, with Mauricio and Edgar behind me and two boys from the village scampering ahead of us. We playfully…

Abuelita > Washing Machines

This is a short piece written back in 2011 when I was living and working in Honduras.  So I swear I don’t sweat a abnormal amount or anything, but one way or another I have amassed a collection of white shirts whose armpits are looking less than brand new. I’ve tried all sorts of fancy stain…