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Caminante, no hay camino…

July 19, 2011

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One year ago today, Juan and I began walking.  We set out walking from St.-Jean-Pied-de-Port, in the French Basque Country.  We walked up the Pyrenees.  We walked down the Pyrenees.  Then we just kept walking.  We walked across Spain.  All of Spain.  Five hundred miles of Spain, until we hit the Atlantic coast.  And then […]

Today is still forever.

July 15, 2011

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Speaking of Antonio Machado,I thought I would leave you with some of his meditations as you enter the weekend. Everyone should know at least a little bit about Machado, a central figure in the famous Generación del ’98 (that is, 1898 –the Spanish-American War).  This was a literary school of composed of Spanish intellectuals that […]

To Dream the Impossible Dream

July 14, 2011

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As is the case of many gringas who end up with latinos, I was a Spanish major in college.  At my school, the Spanish program was really a literature degree, and I focused my studies on Latin America.  Popul Vuh, Sor Juana, magical realism, the Boom, feminist poetry, revolutionary theater, so on.  It’s good stuff. But […]

Love and Distance

June 30, 2011

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Being in a cross-cultural couple often entails having to go through the hassle of managing your relationship from a far distance, for at least a little while. For those of you who have never had to love someone who is thousands of miles away, consider yourselves incredibly fortunate.  For those of you who have endured […]

Your Personal Legend

June 1, 2011

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It’s natural to go through periods — sometimes short snippets, other times long lapses — when life seems to get a little out of hand.  Have you ever felt this way?  External circumstances throw you for a loop, work piles up, you get swept up in a whirlwind of activities, or your commitments become too […]

Mi amor por ti

April 13, 2011

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A love poem from Roque Dalton for your delectation.  Your significant other might not be a handsome young revolutionary pecking his thoughts away on a 1960’s typewriter.  Nonetheless, I’m sure you can relate to the thoughts that he’s typing — that love that’s more than love, those understanding glances and entwined identities that come from many […]