STUDYING ABROAD AS A WAY OF LIFE
I think it’s time I reintroduce myself (double entendre!).
I am a native Vermonter who has recently moved back to Chile—this time with my life partner instead of with my study abroad program.
In my two or so years away from Chile, I graduated from Tufts with a B.A. in sociology and Spanish, followed that up with a M.Ed. through the Donovan Urban Teaching Scholars at Boston College, and married my study abroad fling in October 2012.
In this page, you’ll learn about the many mishaps of this gringa in Chile, which will probably be mixed in with a healthy dose of social commentary.
Feel free to contact me (email@example.com) with any Chilean topic you’d like me to rant about!
May 16, 2012
The next adventure? Marrying a Chilean. Which means that by the end of the year, I will be in Santiago once again.
Stay tuned for information on exactly how much red tape we will cut through and musings on whether or not Lady Liberty’s fingernails shine like justice.
March 17, 2010
Below is the original plan. Everything changes… And now I’m in Chile for a second semester!
I have encountered my share of danger, from close calls with gypsies to braving the heights of Machu Picchu, the breadth of the Strait of Magellan, and the depth of Santiago’s metros… who knows what else, but I have learned that in Chile, nothing is as it seems. I am not a pelirroja, in fact; I am a colorina.
And the most dangerous thing I’ll probably be doing this semester is living here without my training wheels (see picture below).
(I mean, training wheels probably is not a good way to talk about dear friends on whom I can depend for endless support, encouragement, acceptance, and fun… I probably meant “crutches.”). But July will come quickly; I’ll be back state-side soon enough.
July 25, 2009:
I’m studying abroad in Chile until December! I know it might be surprising that my focus seems to have shifted off of literacy…
My plan is to take classes in Sociology and Spanish, complete an internship, and do some crazy traveling.
So things might get a little dangerous–hence the name of this blog, the dangerous redhead, or as we hispanohablantes like to say, la pelirroja peligrosa**.
**HEY! I notice those words start with the same sound. I think that’s genuinely interesting. Don’t you?