The blossoms are starting to bud; spring is on the horizon. Uruguayan president José Mujica has entered his 6th month, and legislators are wrangling over the five-year budget. This is strike season. ¡Paro! There are occasional strikes here anyway, mostly of the transit kind, and mostly in response[...]
Posts Tagged ‘working abroad’
Dear Latin America
Dear Latin America, Thank you for teaching me how to feign a command over salsa steps and for putting people in my path who will happily sway me to the beat of your music. Thank you for feeding me fruit that ostensibly appeared downright poisonous, ominous or otherwise inedible and for showing me th[...]
Homecoming
I expected re-entry into the US to be somewhat difficult when I came back from Ecuador. Standard wisdom says it’s harder to come back home than it is to go abroad. Certainly that was my experience when I lived in Japan—it was difficult getting used to the tightly controlled chaos that is Tokyo. [...]
Us Canadians Love Our Rules…
The distance between San José, Costa Rica and Vancouver, Canada is roughly 56,00 kilometers. This number, however, does not fairly reflect the cultural distance between the countries. In my mind, they are two different worlds. Upon visiting both, an objective observer from another planet would be [...]
Nicaragua to Alaska: An Unlikely Duo
I joined the ranks of La Vida because I am an idealist. I believe that, in one way or another, it is our duty to give back what we can. I believe in the right to energy, clean drinking water and education. I believe that idealists who volunteer can make a direct impact and pay [...][...]
A Job Search from Abroad…
…is never much fun. I reassure myself that it wouldn’t be THAT much better if I were actually in the States, given the economy and opportunities for recent grads. But being on another continent seems to be a significant disadvantage—even if you are applying to organizations that work in the gl[...]
On My Toes
I’m in a dangerous place. Not because of the drug war going on around me. Nor because I’m 30 feet up a rock face of El Potrero Chico. Not because I’m hanging by a 10-millimeter-wide chord on my handy dandy harness. It’s dangerous because it’s comfortable. The comfort zo[...]



