Sometimes it’s hard to travel as a woman because just about everywhere you go, you’re still a woman. Most, if not all of us have experienced the pitfalls of femininity in our travels and at home. From harassment in the streets to disguised discrimination, falling in line (or staying out-of-line) with society’s expectations prescribes punishmentsSigue leyendo «Travel as a Woman: What I’ve Learned»
From the life of a serial drifter, self-definition means to keep learning, experiencing, and finding yourself in places around the globe sometimes. Finding self-definition depends on you – of course, we’re always growing, but some of us are always out trying to discover what’s next for us. If this describes you, welcome to my page.Sigue leyendo «A Place for Self-Definition and Everything Else»
Some of the people who made my time in Panama irreplaceable, including my students. I miss them all so much, no puedo esperar a regresar.
First bruised bone. First jellyfish sting. First time falling in a hole in the sidewalk. Travel mishaps took no mercy these past two months. Our story begins at Uvierto beach, Las Tablas We had all been swimming for quite some time, no issues at all. As the tide began to come in though, so didSigue leyendo «3 Unexpected Travel Mishaps in Panama»
This gallery paints a picture of livelihood through things found in rural Panama. From visiting neighbors homes to the cemetery, these images represent several aspects of life in Las Cruces and its low-tempo, relaxing vibe. [Modula id=»3″]
Refreshed almost daily by rain, this land breathes life. After making a hike up to one of the many hills, the views can extend for miles. [Modula id=’4′]
The opportunity to teach English in Panama was one that came to me through those who taught me how to speak Spanish. As a traveler, teaching English in a foreign country is an appealing way to trot to globe — yet my motivations go beyond this. I’ve spent the past five weeks getting to knowSigue leyendo «Why I Chose to Teach English in Panama»
When living in the city, it’s easy to forget who else we share this planet with. Life in Las Cruces was a reminder of that. (Click to View Full Image) [Modula id=»5″]
Surrounding the Biomuseo in Panama City, I found myself intrigued by these abandoned spaces along the Amador Causeway. As a stranger who worked the area approached me, we chatted while I guided us away back to the main road. [Modula id=’6′] He told me the once occupied houses and businesses were taken over by squattersSigue leyendo «Visual Journeys: The Urban Ruins of Amador Causeway, Panama»
For the first time, my Spanish-speaking abilities have been put to a true test. All those grades I’ve received through the years were just measures on a GPA-scale. Being in Panama (or any Spanish-speaking country), puts all that knowledge to the real test: using Spanish in the real world.