Teaching in Sing Buri has been a completely different experience this week as well. I began teaching at Wattoei School, helping as an English teacher. Because the kids are at the end of the term, they weren’t terribly serious about…
“When I was a girl, favorite thing in the whole wide world was to see a field and run for no reason…the sky is blue, blue for no reason.” – Bonnie Raitt October 4-7 Cloof Wine Estate, Darling This post…
I have never felt so deprived of food in my entire life. I miss variety. My diet consists of nothing more than rice and water. Water all throughout the day and different kinds of rice and sauce for lunch and…
(Photo credit to Nico Pascaral) Reciprocity resəˈpräsətē| noun “the practice of exchanging ideas, goods or services between two entities for their mutual benefit” To everyone at home who is under the impression that I am galavanting all over South Africa…
I wanted to get one post in before leaving for Germany… but I didn’t. Still, I think this is a good way to begin my blog – a few thoughts about expectations of two important but different types: what readers…
As of this week, I am officially in Sing Buri for the rest of my Lumos project. Koh Tao and Sing Buri could not be more different. Sing Buri province is about 2 hours north of Bangkok. This beautiful countryside…
A midflight stop in Dakar, FBI background check, and chest x-ray are only few of many delightful surprises I have encountered while preparing and traveling to live in South Africa. Truthfully, none of these experiences should have been unexpected, but…
In Ghana, everything is different. The places, the people, the culture, the food…everything. I’ve never felt such a rollercoaster of emotions in my entire life. The flight was almost an entire day long. Lots of sleeping and lots of airplane…
Sing Buri, right from the first impressions, is incredibly different from Koh Tao. First of all, the volunteer company here s far more involved with their volunteers. So here, I’m living in a community situation, with an English roommate, and…
This morning as I look around my room, all traces of my existence in this space are packed away tidily into airtight and compact bags. Even the Bukowski quote that I put on my mirror is now gone and placed…