Posts Tagged: photography

Celebrating the stranger

October 29, 2012

Yesterday I shared pictures from Friday morning, when St. Francis Coll held another assembly to celebrate our time with the classes during the week.  Before the celebration, we joined our classes from the day before; the students who had gone to the nursery tagged along with us.  I sat in with the sixth grade; unlike the other classes, when the bell rang for recess, they had to stay inside—apparently there had been more trouble between the boys and the girls.  …

Teasers

October 27, 2012

Today’s day was too full to format my post. So, here are some pictures as teasers for tomorrow’s post!

And you think nothing can top machetes? Think again.

October 25, 2012

Concrete, machetes, what ever could be left to top this trip of wonder and awe—only 4 days in? That would have to be driving into a non-tourist part of Guatemala City, watching Juan Carlos navigate the streets, and arriving at our final destination: a legit market that Andres didn’t even know existed. I bet you’re asking though, why exactly did Juan Carlos take us to the market for an unscheduled stop, after a long day of work?

All because I asked for a ride home

October 21, 2012

I was in 7th grade, at public school for the first time ever. As if junior high weren’t bad enough already, I switched schools (that should tell you how bad my old school was) into a school where most of the kids had been classmates or neighbors since kindergarten.  Book smarts came naturally to me, but social smarts, maybe not as easily. My home was a 30 minute walk from school.  Most days, I would walk to a friend’s home …

What can top concrete? Machetes.

October 19, 2012

Jennifer and me holding the machetes after a day’s work! Thursday (for those of you keeping track) we worked with children in the morning and machetes in the afternoon.  First, let me tell you a bit about machetes. I grew up in a suburban neighborhood in Maryland, just outside of Washington, D.C: one would think that machetes would be few and far between, and yet, we were familiar with them. Ask any of my family members.  There was a day …