“Listen,” Dustin says, leaning across the wooden picnic table and speaking in a low voice. “The best part about it is, if you get some chick pregnant, you don’t have to worry about it. You can just disappear.” I know he’s joking. But after a few weeks in Nicaragua, I will remember this and wonder … Continue reading ¡Oye, chele!
Ever heard that old chestnut, When God closes a door, he opens a window? Meaning that when something goes wrong or we don't get what we're expecting or we're forced to take a bumpy old side road when we would have preferred the shiny new blacktop of the main highway, then beyond the initial disappointment … Continue reading The Gringo Trail
One hundred and seventeen foreign volunteer English teachers in my program have just finished our ten-day orientation in Bogotá and been scattered to the Colombian winds. Some have flown off to major cities like Medellin, Barranquilla, or Cali. Many have been sent to smaller cities like Tunja or Valledupar. Some have been put on … Continue reading Athens of the South