I suppose people who live near Hollywood must see stars every so often, doing everyday things, living their lives. I am not talking about the paparazzi who stalk them. Or the stalkers who photograph them. But rather, everyday people, people on the jobs, people not looking running into really cool people. In some ways, Chile … More Seeing Stars
Inevitably when I tell people that I have worked in counter-human trafficking, I get sighs. “That must be so hard to see,” they say. “Where have your worked?” they ask. “Moldova”, I answer. “Where is that?” they reply. “Cambodia,” I answer. “How exotic!” they reply. “Chile,” I tell them. “Do you speak Spanish?” they reply. … More Human trafficking state side
Margaret wrote a great piece called “Dumb Stuff the Gringa Says” in which she catalogs some of her most embarrassing (or funny) linguistic faux pax. She then invites her readers, and she has quite a few, to comment with their most embarrassing (or funny) linguistic moments in a second language. I thought it was a … More I should be embarrased… but I don’t understand
It is the simple things I miss when I am overseas. Things that I never thought I would miss. Things that are silly to miss. Things that I don’t even think about in the US. I miss being able to fill up my own tank at a gas station. I like knowing what is going … More Filling up the tank
torta de mil hojas con manjar, originally uploaded by 1novelgirl. Overall, I think that taste in deserts is different in different countries and people tend to like best what they have known since childhood. And, while I like treats in Chile, I usually prefer stuff from home. Except, I do love the Torta de Mil … More Yum! Tastes like Chile
Oh boy! I don’t even want to guess how that title is going to affect the google searches that find my site! Still, it is also the title of a piece on CNN that my friend K sent me a while back. You probably won’t remember, but K is a friend who wrote a guest … More Parents, don’t dress your girls like tramps
Dear Little Elephant, Way back when you were one month old, there were a few things I could count on. One of them was that after I fed you, you would be a milk drunk baby who would happily curl up in the arms of anyone nearby to sleep. Now that you are in your … More Tiny Twos!