People are tired. People are grumpy, and no one can move. And the door to the bus pushes me that last inch untill i am inside it, and all i can feel are legs on legs on legs on legs... and the vomit is the last straw for some people and the bus crash ahead of us is the last straw for others, and yet there are so many people still smiling, and I am ( Read more... )

I want to do cartwheels on the cobblestone road. I want to climb the tallest mountain and scream like I would in the states. Like I could only do in the states. And it is strange the things you miss when your are someplace foreign, like pissing in the streets when your drunk; those small things you take for granted, like dogs on leashes. Because I ( Read more... )

When I was livving in Nuevo San Jose my friend Sheena found a dying dog on the side f the road and took back to our place. She was told that she wasn´t aloud to bring it inside or use any house towels to keep it warm, she was frustrated aby this of course, and didn´t know what to do and eventually left it outside after spending several hours trying ( Read more... )

Justin Timberlake is blasting into my ears, and it is all like this; some mixture of the third world and hollywood. Chickens and pigs covered in mud, dancing in the road to boy bands. Its a third world summer camp ( Read more... )

The school I am attending is very political, and I am thankful, that is what I wanted to be submerged in. However there is no way I would have been able to predict the way it would affect me to be here. I cry everyday as I watch movies about the politics here, about the war that killed many lives and communities. Most every teacher at my school has ( Read more... )

What I wrote to Geoff ( Read more... )

Today was a day of anxiety atacks, and crazy emotions fluxuating all over the place. I cried at school, and tried to work out a way to communicate with her that I was in the middle of an anxiety attack while at the same time explain that it had nothing to do with her. I eventually left and found someone else to do it ( Read more... )

I realized that it is books that make me fell like home. Strange how a giant stack of books and independent news media from Guatemala could make me feel at home in my room ( Read more... )

Today was my first day of school, and last night was my first night with my host family. The family is great, very nice, Two daughters, a dog, some birds. However I cried alot because of several reasons, the first and most roublesome is the fact that I am allergic to my room and bed so I wake up not being able to breath, and am spitting up phlem ( Read more... )

I am traveling with a girl who reminds me of the sexual me when I was her age. A me that I don't like anymore; and I must say it is hard to handle ( Read more... )