The Value Of Being A Tourist

Going to a place where you don’t understand the language, can’t read a map, don’t know what you’re eating, let alone what street you’re on, can be very frightening.

While in Munich, Germany over the weekend for Oktoberfest, I realized how difficult it truly is to be a tourist, but how fun it can be when you finally figure it out. 

Never Too Far From Family

I hadn’t realized how disconnected I was from my extended family until I encountered my Mama Tica.

My Mama Tica (my host mom) sits with Erin and me for every meal she serves us. Our conversations range anywhere from what we plan on doing that day to stories from our childhood.

Make It Count

I woke up at 4:30 am from an uncomfortable nap, only to find out I still had two and a half hours left before the plane would land in El Salvador where I was supposed to catch my connecting flight.

But then I peeked over to see the blue and pink gradient of the sky amongst the dark clouds, and as the light of the rising sun slowly filled the cabin, I was tranquil.