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R3 Animal: Playing With Owls
by | April 11, 2014

R3 Animal is an NGO that works to Rescue, Rehabilitate, and Reintegrate animals into their habitat. We work with animals such as penguins, parrots, macaws, monkeys, owls, and many more. http://en.r3animal.org.br Visit this website to learn more, as I don’t want to use this blog to bore you with the logistics, but entertain you with the stories.
Work starts everyday at 8 am. I arrive to a cacophony of screeching birds and the howls of the monkeys as they call out for their breakfast. I greet the other volunteers, already working away cleaning cages, cutting fruit, and sweeping floors. I…

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Learning
by | April 11, 2014

I apprentice at la Mancomunidad del Pueblo Cañari, an organization that carries out projects to stimulate tourism, aid farmers, and protect natural resources by managing and preserving water resources, improving pasture herbage, implementing agroforesty systems, educating children and adults about the environment and ancestral heritage, managing cooperation agreements between groups, encouraging socioeconomic development by improving agricultural and artisanal production capacities, strengthening food security with sustainable agroecological alternatives, and even more in the local cantons of Suscal, El Tambo, Cañar, and Biblian. As much as I would love to be able to say that I personally work on these things, as…

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Speak up
by | April 11, 2014

The following video is a recording of my “speak up,” a presentation I recently made on the topic that I have come to care the most about: food!…

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His Name Is Boo
by | April 11, 2014

I named him Boo, which is short for Bugio, the word for Howler Monkey in Portuguese. He is only a few months old and his head is around the size of a small plum. His long fingers gently pulled at my skin as he slowly struggled to climb up my arm. He clung to my shirt and lightly wrapped his tail around my neck, which sent a faint tickle throughout my body. Then he rested his delicate head on my shoulder, and nuzzled closer to my neck. He needed to be held and comforted by the warmth of a body…

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The Needle on The Clock and The Needle at My Table
by | March 27, 2014

At 7:30 I awaken to the sounds of my host family bustling about the compound. My mother shouts in Wolof as my younger siblings prepare for school. The maid’s broom sweeping the sand for leaves and trash. The gate closing behind my older sister as she leaves for the market to buy ingredients for lunch. I make no sound whilst lying in bed, mentally coaching myself for another day in Ngaye Mekhe, Senegal.
Come 8:40, I am dressed in a taibas and in the living room watching the only American channel we get; MTV. I eat the standard daily breakfast…

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Finding Meaning
by | March 25, 2014

-Written two months ago.
I was extremely upset when I heard my six-month job was to teach English. I thought it was ridiculous; won’t analytical skills improve the students lives more than an English class would? My reasoning was solidified when I arrived to Paraiso De Amigos. All three of the teachers screamed based on students’ ill behavior in class.  Boys physically and occasionally sexually harassed girls. I thought that because teachers screamed more than I had ever seen in my own Brookline School Education that materials were not taught well.  I again reasoned that instead of teaching English, I would secretly teach other subjects. During my class, they…

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Normalcy
by | March 7, 2014

(Note: I talk about culture in this blog, and my personal observations of it. Please keep in mind that I draw my observations from generalizations and patterns of behavior, and that there is a great amount of personal variety in every country and in every culture, and that not all individuals will fit into the generalizations.)
Ecuador is not “cultural” or “strange” or “different,” at least no more than any other place in the world is. People are just people, and while our normals may be different, one is not more normal than the other. It is all a matter of…

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