Chiste del Día: Pregunta: What do you get when you cross a “prepago” (Literally means: “Prepay or advance payment” but is used in Colombian spanish to refer to a “lady of the night”) with Colombia’s most notorious drug lord? Respuesta: A Pre-Pablo! EANTF…
Foto del Día: Una Oda al “Llapingacho” – Traditional Cuisine from the Ecuadorian Highlands
Just a little Photo-Ode to probably what is one of the greatest “comidas típicas” (traditional foods) of the Americas, namely the highland regions of Ecuador — “El llapingacho:” Fried mashed potato pancakes stuffed with cheese (Se me hace agua la boca!!! It makes my mouth water!!!) A typical plate of Llapingacho is usually served with: Chorizo […]
Foto del Día: Believe – Grow – Create (Yourself)… Not Metaphorically but Literally in Cuenca, Ecuador
Believe (Creer)… Grow (Crecer)… Create (Yourself) (Crearse)… Not Metaphorically But Literally!!! (No Metafórico Sino Literal!!!) Just a little positivity from the streets of Cuenca, Ecuador… EANTF
Foto del Día: Echando Un Vistazo – Medellín, Colombia Desde El Teleférico
Just a little glance at the “City of Eternal Spring” — Medellín, Colombia — from up top el Teleférico… *Lección del Día: Echar un vistazo = To have a look, take a look, take a glance. Feliz Miércoles!!!
Why I Travel (Part 2): Hip Hop, “White Lightning,” and the Disposable Camera
“I speak with criminal slang, that’s just the way that I talk yo, vocabulary spills, I’m ill…” – From “Ebonics” by Big L When I first discovered Hip-Hop I was in the 6th Grade. The year was 1997 and I was eleven years old. It came to me one fine morning in the form […]
Dímelo Caminando 002: Y Entonces…More Colombian Spanish (con Santiago)
Right click here to download the conversation transcript for session 002 Dímelo Caminando Annnnnnnnnd we’re back! Estamos de vuelta acá para otro episodio de Dímelo Caminando. Les digo gracias por volver… Running a little behind schedule with today’s episode, but still — mejor un poco tarde que nunca, sabes… So in today’s session we’re going to […]
Why I Travel (Part 1): Postcards from Grandma-MA
Blizzard in the suburbs The mailman And the poet walking. -Jack Kerouac, Book of Haikus I never really knew my grandmother. I mean, I know of her, what my mama tells me of her, but to tell you the truth, I can count on one hand how many times we ever spent time together. And […]