My experience in Peru has been everything I could have wanted. It will be one of those, “When I was your age” stories that I will tell my children. My only real responsibilities are to Skype my parents on their birthdays and to not get arrested. The people I am meeting and interacting with are [[...]
Posts Tagged ‘teaching’
A Week of Three “Firsts”
This week was full of "firsts" for me. I explain in some detail my first week working at Colegio Anakena, experiencing my first Chilean World Cup win, and my first run up a mountain.[...]
June 16th, 2010 - 10:03 am § in Costa Rica, Volunteer
Nobody Teaches You How to Say Goodbye
Last week was my last of teaching. It made for a week of fun and a week of sadness. In every class, we had a party, which ranged from me bringing cookies to every student chipping in to make food. Some members of my intermediate classes and I grabbed beers afterward, extending our lessons into the [[...]
Finding Your Niche as a Short-Term Volunteer
Jennifer Yael Green is a writer and traveler who most recently spent a year as an English instructor in South Korea. To paraphrase Benjamin Franklin, she lives her life striving to write something worth reading, or to do something worth writing about. She spent several months volunteering in a vill[...]
Two Weeks into a Year’s Worth of Photography Classes
I’ll never forget watching my first group of photo students in Solentiname walk away from me to shoot some of their first pictures. I was standing inside of the poorly lit classroom with a massive smile on my face – I could hardly contain my happiness – and reminded them one las[...]
Intern Spotlight: Opening Doors in Chile
As soon as Meridith Price had her first taste of travel, she knew she’d been struck with a bad case of wanderlust. While searching for a cure for her condition in Latin America, she found herself petting alpacas in Cusco, mountain biking in the San Pedro de Atacama desert, dining al fresco in San [...]
February 10th, 2010 - 5:40 pm § in Around Town, Nicaragua
Taking Your Time
Before I came to Solentiname, Nicaragua I was determined to arrive and get to work immediately. I imagined riding up to the remote archipelago in a long, thin wooden boat where children and families eagerly awaited my arrival. I would jump out of the boat, introduce myself with a smile, a handshake,[...]
