One of my most memorable moments of my abroad life is the moment I realized I really can speak Spanish. I was sitting at a restaurant with my GW Madrid group in Barcelona and we had asked the waitor for pitchers of water. The waitor returned to our table with individual bottles of water for each of us. Things like this happened to us a lot because Spaniards assumed that since we're American that 1) we have tons of money to just blow on random things and 2) that we wouldn't have the courage or the skills to correct him. ...continue reading "Reflection"
My most memorable experience abroad? Oh boy. I don’t know how to answer this question. The last four months have been a constant and fluid journey. Every experience added perspective on the last. I could say my most memorable experience was: playing with the elephants in Chiang Mai, or interviewing a sex worker in Khon Kaen, or spreading my father’s ashes amongst the fishies in Southern Thailand’s coral reefs.
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About a month ago, a few friends and I spent the night in the Thar Desert in Jaisalmer, Rajasthan. After riding camels into the desert, we ate a dinner that our guides had cooked by campfire — roti, daal, and vegetables. And as it got progressively darker, we got to see more stars in a sky virtually free of light and air pollution. We spent some time talking and walking around the desert before watching the moonrise at the top of a dune. And when the light from the moon made it difficult to see the stars with the same clarity, we returned to where we’d set up our mattresses. The next morning, we woke up with the sun and after eating a light breakfast, we hopped back onto the camels to leave the desert.
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