As I write in this hammock, I am internally happy. The stringed lights shine down yellow streams of bliss and reflect upon the white ceilings and pillars. I feel peace at this very moment, knowing that today exhibited success in learning about the beautiful people of Bastimentos and in befriending the children playing in the...
I’m sitting in a van, mind wandering around while I solemnly gaze at the rainforest flying by my window. Occasional bumps and potholes keep me awake. Housing projects start to come into view, unfinished and brightly colored. I’m feeling tired, I hope we’re there soon. I’m leaning against a wooden gate, mostly surrounded by rainforest...
Life sprang onto the concrete jungle. Vibrant colors entangled the concrete pillars that supported the frantic highway above us. A noble Aztec adorned with gold armor was immortalized on one pillar while Chicano women held the clouds up on another. On every pillar was a cornerstone of Chicano culture, a reference to history, or a...