I am stuck in Bucharest, alone and without money. I want to go to Istanbul, but I need a ticket. I want to see my mom and brother, but here I am alone. Then the turbulent flight to the city of lights. Oh, there was lightning and thunder! I held tightly to my seat for most of the flight, watching cheesy movies on the tiny airplane screen, uncontroll.

Once in a while you come across somebody. The remarkable journeys to Madagascar. But walking around as the only white person, people were literally screaming my name from the mountain-tops. Experiences are what make a per.

Je me vois par vos yeux,. Haut ,Vos lustres de vie. La voie dans le paradis. Comment voir Tout ce que. Touche votre mot que je. Je prie dans mon coeur. Que ce monde ne finit jamais. Abonne-toi à mon blog! .

A journal of my travels and experiences during the Peace Corps. Monday, December 17, 2012. Presenting their results of the Scavenger Hunt. Teaching basic book-keeping and marketing. The girls and I from Manakara. Creating their own Vision Boards. Monday, December 17, 2012. Monday, July 16, 2012.