Category Archives: Travels

These are the posts where I talk about all the amazing places I’ve been or am going and they probably contain lots of pictures and excitement.

The trouble with time machines

As of right now, I have 99 days left as a volunteer. Wow. What happened?! Two years ago, I was excitedly packing my bags for this giant Peace Corps marathon, and now I’m rounding the last corner with the finish

The trouble with time machines

As of right now, I have 99 days left as a volunteer. Wow. What happened?! Two years ago, I was excitedly packing my bags for this giant Peace Corps marathon, and now I’m rounding the last corner with the finish

A weekend in paradise

Once upon a time, three Peace Corps volunteers from the mato, Mapinhane got to spend a weekend in a private lodge on a beautiful resort island, for free.

A weekend in paradise

Once upon a time, three Peace Corps volunteers from the mato, Mapinhane got to spend a weekend in a private lodge on a beautiful resort island, for free.

Worlds collide

This is the part where I sit staring blankly at my computer for an hour. Eventually I’ll get around to the writing of this blog post, because I like to think I have good things to say. I like to

Worlds collide

This is the part where I sit staring blankly at my computer for an hour. Eventually I’ll get around to the writing of this blog post, because I like to think I have good things to say. I like to

Welcome to Mapinhane

As promised, this post is all about Mapinhane, my wonderful site. I fully expect that by the time you finish reading this, you will have packed your bags and bought your plane ticket. Just make sure you call me up

Welcome to Mapinhane

As promised, this post is all about Mapinhane, my wonderful site. I fully expect that by the time you finish reading this, you will have packed your bags and bought your plane ticket. Just make sure you call me up

Once a Southerner, Always a Southerner

Imagine this: You’re a 60-year old Moçambican woman who goes to work on the farm at 3:30 am every morning, wrapped snuggly in your capulana, perfectly balancing a basila of supplies on your head, and chatting with your fellow working

Once a Southerner, Always a Southerner

Imagine this: You’re a 60-year old Moçambican woman who goes to work on the farm at 3:30 am every morning, wrapped snuggly in your capulana, perfectly balancing a basila of supplies on your head, and chatting with your fellow working

Snack danger

This post has nothing to do with snacks or danger, but that is by far my favorite English graffiti sighting in Namaacha thus far. I suppose I do eat a lot of snacks here. I’m living with a host family

Snack danger

This post has nothing to do with snacks or danger, but that is by far my favorite English graffiti sighting in Namaacha thus far. I suppose I do eat a lot of snacks here. I’m living with a host family