I remember the day I learned that Spain had lived a Civil War in the 20th century, and I remember learning that the country had been ruled by a dictator, Francisco Franco. I was 10 years-old sitting on my Spanish grandparent’s floor the summer of 2005 watching T.V. as my Abuelo repaired something that had broken. A preview of the documentary that was going to be aired that evening was playing, and I was confused. “Spain had a Civil War, Abuelo?” I asked. “Yes, mi niña. It was an awful war…” I was stunned. My beautiful country had lived those horrors? My grandparent’s parents lived through poverty and famine? Even family members were shot and killed for fighting for the Second Republic. I recently learned that my Spanish great-grandmother, for the rest of her life, lived in fear of running out of food in the house and kept a cupboard filled just in case.Continue reading “Election Day: The Experiment of Democracy”
I know we all have different versions of ourselves. We have the version of lounging at home on the couch, we have our social selves and we have our work persona. But when it comes to speaking more than one language, I feel like I also have different identities.
Continue reading “My Many Identities: Speaking More Than One Language”
I am back in Paris, which means I am back to being the foreigner. Yet, for some reason, I feel caught between two worlds. Continue reading “Reversed Worlds”
On my visit back to the United States, my family and I decided to go camping. It had been a few years since I had done such a thing. We used to do it actively back when I was younger. We had a trailer, went four-wheeling on the Oregon coast and even took a road trip to Canada. Since we sold our trailer (years ago… I must have not even been 10 years old), we haven’t done much camping, and naturally, I am much more of a city girl. But hiking and kayaking have always remained one of my favorite things to do when outdoors, and I was lucky to do such a thing with my family. This was the first time I was in the states for more than a week and a half (I was there about three weeks – more about that and the reverse culture shock in an upcoming post). Continue reading “Photo Gallery: Turkey Run State Park – Indiana”
On Saturday, August 5th, my mother finally accomplished one of her biggest dreams. She graduated from the University of Purdue (it’s ok, I guess I can allow being rivals only for university – I am a big Indiana University fan). This was a big day for my mother, someone who has sacrificed so much for others. Continue reading “To the Woman That Taught Me to Travel”