“I’m not sure if I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes to going on another ‘adventure.’” So began the first post in this blog two years ago. I remember sitting on the floor in a corner at gate E28 in Atlanta, tired and a bit confused, writing those … [Read More]
Simple Stories, Shared Stories.
It’s sunsets through shimmering leaves and sitting around the back yard table. The grill is warming up, and you laugh as your hosts are surprised to see a punctual American. It’s quiet and you have spoken a lot of English today, so you are wondering if your brain is going to be able to switch … [Read More]
Ethnocentric Bruises and Giving in to Guilt
Shweta comes from India. Julia, an engineer from Mexico. Jacinta is our class nun. She’s from Nigeria. Leonardo, Thiago, Christane, and Simone are all from different parts of Brazil. Maria is from southern Spain. Marta is from Poland. We are all learning German. But it’s not the only language we have in common. It’s hard … [Read More]
Strangers, Hospitality, and Choosing to Be Uncomfortable – 5/23/13
I’m not sure if I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes to going on another “adventure.” Seven standby flights later, still stuck in Chicago, looking at the floors of Midway and wondering if it was more comfortable if I took an hour of subway travel to sleep at O’Hare… wondering … [Read More]