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October 11, 2005
Saying It All Over Again
I took a class today, and had no idea what I was going to say. Not only that, but after every sentence I had no idea what I would say next. But don’t worry, it all worked out fine. That is what happens when you are translating.
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October 11, 2005
Cost of Living Is Rising
Feeling thirsty, I head first back to my house. Here, under the kitchen bench, sits an old empty green glass bottle with “Sprite” written all over it. Without this bottle I will not be able to get another one. Oh, it is not the only way…
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October 10, 2005
Teaching English
Who thought I would be teaching English in a high school here in Argentina? I certainly did not.
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October 7, 2005
Travel the World To Get There
As I sort through all of my photos, I am reminded of the journey that I made to finally get where I am now. God called me to Argentina while I was still working in New Zealand, and from that time to when I arrived took a little over one…
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October 7, 2005
Religious Parade in Corrientes
There was a religious parade in town the other day. The police and firebrigade were all involved, with sirens blazing. It was quite a show, with all of the cars and bicycles following along behind them all going at a slow pace. I don’t…
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October 6, 2005
Friendship for Miles
During my travels with Chris over the Christmas 2004-2005 break we ran into Andy, a young guy that had headed out to Ecuador to teach English for a year. It was a break between things back home in the States, and we met him in Pucon, Chile…
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October 3, 2005
Photographing Storms
Last night there was a fantastic storm that came past with fierce lightning and heavy rain. I loved every moment of it, and once it had passed enough to be able to point my camera out the door without flooding the house, I had a go at…
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September 11, 2005
Curitiba – Moving Onward
With rain, rain, and more rain in Rio, and the forecast for rain over the next week, I decided to head off in search of a dry patch of ground somewhere else in Brazil. My first idea was to simply return to Foz do Iguaçu and then back home…
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September 10, 2005
Second Time In Rio
Filled with fear, I watched every face as it passed by, looking for a killer or thief hidden in the expression. My mind was filled with concern at every step. More than cautious, I was becoming close to paranoid. What had done this to me?…
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September 9, 2005
Heading Home
As it seems to be my routine now, I managed to make it to the bus station only minutes before the bus was due to leave, climbing onboard and hardly getting settled before we were on our way. An elder man sat beside me and patiently waited…
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