Posts Tagged: Casa de Retiros Claret

More rockin women

August 29, 2012

To continue from yesterday’s story about the ladies of Casa de Retiros Claret, my second foray into conversation was a byproduct of a shower I took. We had been warned not to drink the water while we showered– not that difficult for me, especially given the trickle that was our shower.  It took me several tries to figure out the hot water (the spigots were reversed) and then I made a mess.  What craziness.  This epic shower happened the day …

And I digress … from your normally scheduled reading order.

August 28, 2012

I’m forgetting stories.  Things people shared with me that I was present to, but did not write down, in an attempt to be fully present in that moment.  I love recording, for it aids in re-membering (literally) an event or an encounter.  When I record though, I do not listen as well or with the same presence. So, this trip, I sacrificed recording for the greater good of presence. I’m about to do something a bit crazy and tell you …

A & B: Arrival & Beginning

August 06, 2012

Customs was the simplest I’ve ever been through: our luggage was safe, we had all our teens, and we walked out into chaos outside the airport. People were standing along the edge of a gate perimeter that was on the street.  We saw a sign “St. Francis of Assisi”! It was Carlos Andres.  He felt familiar and safe—just because I knew he was expecting us. “Please, call me Andres,” he introduced himself.  Andres introduced us to our driver, Juan Carlos, …