Street View

During my first semester of college I constantly talked about New York. I told everyone who would listen about my favorite Indian restaurant, about the Astroturf field behind my high school where we ate lunch (even on 20-degree days), about the East Village community garden where I wiled away hot summer afternoons.

WWOOF, There It Is

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Students play board games at a local café before learning about the Zenú, a pre-Colombian tribe with little recorded history but a sizable amount of goldwork.

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There's no such thing as a poor caloric intake choice. There's no such thing as a poor caloric intake choice. There's no such thing as a poor caloric intake choice.

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Bogotá's Plaza de Bolívar: home to majestic cathedrals, pigeons, and little girls dressed in Disney princess outfits begging to feed said pigeons.

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An overly optimistic street pole frames an intersection in Central Bogotá.

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Although Sioux in origin, this tipi, built by La Juanita's owner, will house gatherings related to native religious ceremonies.

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A quote from Gabriel García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude serves as the greenhouse's subtle mantra.

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La Juanita, a prime example of a permaculture farm, heralds a small but growing change in the area's cultivation techniques.

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The main house also doubles as lodging for both volunteers and guests seeking bucolic refuge.

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La Juanita Finca Verde is nestled in the outskirts of Guatavita, a rural town just two hours from Bogotá.

Alien Encounters

When we finally reached Machu Picchu, the planes, trains, and automobiles were worth it. A never-ending line of vibrantly green peaks with a gushing river at their bases surrounded our insignificant bodies. Climbing over the stones strolled upon by my Inca counterparts 600 years ago, I truly was on an adventure.

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Limbo Has a Buffet, and Barbecue on Tuesdays

Spending J Term at home in a Marriott.

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