Carly Sitrin ecuador 2013
Hailing from Hillsborough, New Jersey, Carly served as Public Relations officer for her high school's chapter of the National Honor Society and was voted "Most Likely to Make a Difference" by her peers. An active tree climber and food eater, she believes in living life to the fullest. She loves volunteering in her community with Habitat for Humanity and attends Buddhist retreats in her spare time.
Why We Blog
April 23, 2013
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
– Anaïs Nin
We do it for you. The reader. The individual sitting at home who is even mildly curious about where this journey has taken us, and the experiences that have transformed us. We type these words in internet cafes and parks and wherever else we can find a moment of connection so that you can see what we see. We want to share everything with you, our friends, our family, our invisible audience because we are erupting with thoughts and feelings that we can’t always understand ourselves.…
How Do I Look?
April 4, 2013
“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Basically, terrible. I’ve picked up a few pounds and my skin has decided that one bout of puberty just wasn’t enough. I am covered in flea bites, mosquito bites, scorpion stings, and acne scars. I haven’t showered in a while seeing as water is by no means a constant in my household. My feet smell like sewage soaked cheese death and the cheap roll-on deodorant I bought yesterday just isn’t cutting it. I’m red faced and sweaty and I…
What We Say
March 1, 2013
“We come from a generation of people who need their TV or stereo playing all the time. These people so scared of silence. These soundaholics, these quietophobics.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby…
There’s something to be said for silence. An under-appreciated phenomenon, silence can flood a person with more information than any lecture, encyclopedia, or Wikipedia article ever could. We so often overlook this because we are too busy shoveling sound into every conversation gap we find. We constantly offer filler words and jokes in between every sentence. Perhaps we feel a responsibility to entertain others and keep them interested or conversely we require that they make
When We Are Here
January 5, 2013
“We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.”
-Mr. Edward Magorium Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium
I lost my watch the other day. It fell out of a motorcycle taxi and I felt it graze my ankle as it leapt toward the street. Watching it bounce jauntily as we sped away I saw its life flash before my eyes; Grueling cross country practices where every minute felt like thrusting a knife deeper into my side, long days at work where the hours seemed to move backwards, graduation…
A Day in My Life
November 22, 2012
Just an average day in Bayushig, Ecuador!
Photo 1) My room
Photo 2) I am a giant!
Photo 3) My backyard
Phtoto 4) Odie
Photo 5) Hard at work pairing socks
Photo 6) Hanging out at La Casa de la Caridad with my boys…
Where I Am
November 10, 2012
And there is a chance that everything we did was incorrect, but stasis itself is criminal for those with the means to move, and the means to weave communion between people.
So here I am. From Hillsborough, New Jersey to California to Quito to Riobamba to Bayushig, Ecuador. After weeks of planning, packing, and anticipating I found myself standing at the top of a steep hill with my bags at my feet. The wind tore right through my carefully layered clothing and I shivered deeply. In that moment, I couldn’t help wondering just what exactly I had gotten myself into.
In the days to come I would learn…
Who Am I?
October 1, 2012
“I’m wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I.”
-Kurt Vonnegut Jr (Timequake)
Who am I? What a superb question! I am quite glad that you asked! I am everything, and I am nothing at all. I am a convoluted knot of atoms, molecules, elements, and synapses. I am a human being and a human becoming. I am a bag of flesh housing a beating heart and other vital organs. At my best moments I am better than sliced bread! At my worst, I am a pair of eyes hidden beneath a…