Arroz Nuevo: Part 1

Venga aquí, said Elvia, waving me over to where she worked, smashing the cáscaras off of grains of rice. She and I are the same age (twenty-two) and share a passion for teaching. She studied education in a university in David, Panama and is preparing for her own classroom of primary school children come next semester. These past…… Continue reading Arroz Nuevo: Part 1

Cafe Ondas: Medellín

“What does your mom think?!” asks almost every human who appears more adult than me in Medellin (i.e., everybody). Since I’m often mistaken for a student myself, most friends I’ve made in the Spanish-English circuit are shocked to know that I’d showed up to Colombia’s second-largest city sola. Unmarried, single, and twenty-two years old. “Sos un bebe,” they tell…… Continue reading Cafe Ondas: Medellín