! Una pausa por favor. I need to collect myself. I try saying the subjunctive form again, “deseo que tengas mucho moments bonita en tu vida,” Frustration builds and it’s the first time during my trip I’ve felt really bummed. I feel paralyzed by all the spanish I have yet to learn and practice. I … Continue reading

Reflections on Oaxaca

It is now my fourth week in Oaxaca. There are so many aspects of my time here that are especially resonant. In no particular order, here they are:   I am volunteering with En Via, a non-profit organization serving women in six surrounding pueblos with micro-finance, health and nutrition, and education. Along with Isaura, another … Continue reading Reflections on Oaxaca


This past weekend in Culpulapam was intense. Not only was I coming down with la gripe, but I underwent three new experiences: una limpia, un masaje, y un temezcal. The following are my thoughts on the most questionable of the three, the limpia. I say questionable because the results are intangible and unfelt. Does that … Continue reading LA LIMPIA

Six weeks might seem like a short time to be living in a country different from your own, but in reality it was enough to change my perception on certain things. A simple smile or a hello can change anyone´s mood and a short-lived experience can mark you for life. I had the opportunity to … Continue reading

Resistencia, Amor, Comunidad and Fortaleza, are just a few words that linger in my mind as I reflect on my experience in Oaxaca. Now that I am back home, part of me feels like I left part of myself in that beautiful state. I miss the people, the pueblos, the food. I miss the nights … Continue reading

Going Home

Going Home – Sophie Lau I had a different experience than most of my classmates in Oaxaca during the fourth week of the program.  There was definitely excitement in the air on the evening of June 19th as my classmates and I were were thrilled that the (much anticipated) Golden State Warriors Finals was to … Continue reading Going Home

Oaxaca is a city based upon religion, food, family traditions, and hard work (craftsmanship). The very photograph above attests to the nature of historical district of Oaxaca. It is the Santo Domingo church, the hub of the city. It is surrounded by food vendors/restaurants, merchants selling their hand made wares, and the church, which draws … Continue reading

I imagine the atrocities being committed beneath the silent cover of night. I fear for the lives tormented and destroyed by corrupt systems and economies built from deception. There is anger and hopelessness amidst the encampment of blue tarps nestled in the zocalo. My walking through feels intrusive, jovially talking and buying, while my eyes … Continue reading

I had the opportunity to focus my project on the teachers’ protest of education reform in Oaxaca. I came into it with little knowledge of the history of the struggle. When I arrived, one of the first things that I learned was news of the planton. For months, teachers have created an encampment and have … Continue reading