Part 3: Old English There was still some climbing left to be done for the weekend. The long distance we traveled necessitated that we take as much advantage of the pristine Red River Gorge rock as we could. In addition to that, at this point in our trip, there had been a shift in me. I didn’t want to go home anymore. The panicky urge to drive back to Illinois and then… Read More
On November 1st a lot of Peruvians celebrate All Saints Day. Today the streets were full with flower vendors so that people could buy fresh flowers to bring to their loved ones who have passed on. Many families will bake bread, spend the day together and visit the cemeteries where friends and family members have been buried. Having moved out of my host family’s house I was not able to participate in… Read More
Like a knight and his chainmail, I wear you on my chest; Cotton armor. You guard me not like metal or kevlar. But with advice and loving embrace; Look around. I wash you not with a machine, but with my hands. Memories shake free with each pass through your hair; Two long lost friends. Water flows to help wash the stain, Mixed with nostalgia and tears; Forever pain.