I can sense him walking behind me, too close for comfort. I’ve ignored his shouts of “Hey, hey!” and picked up my pace. He comes up beside me and asks if I…
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Thank you Lord for a safe place to rest my weary head tonight, for shelter and the privilege that comes with it. Thank you for directing my paths when I am helplessly…
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We’re sitting half-way up on one of the platforms of the Pyramid of the Sun, resting our sore legs and catching our breath. Suddenly, the señora next to us starts shouting, “Ladies and…
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The cobblestone streets are glimmering from the quaint streetlamps reflecting light in puddles left over from an afternoon storm. Music fills the air as crowds gather to watch the Callejoneadas dance through…
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My palms are sweaty and my heart is beating faster than I’d like it to. I anxiously peer out the bus window, squinting in the sun, trying to identify any landmarks I…
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My sister and I are sitting around a table in a little cafe in Mexico City, laughing and crying hysterically, our backpacks on the floor, glasses of Coca Cola in our hands.…