Living as a Trotamundos

As the millennial I am, I´ve decided to throw it back today to a few years ago when I went to Africa. Yeah I get what you are saying, “Joy seriously? Africa? What does this have to do with South America?” Just buckle up and hold on because I am about to share one of my favorite memories with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Not too long ago I went to la inglesa Genesis here in Cochabamba (it’s a super cool church you can find them on facebook, youtube, instagram and the like at 'denesisCochabamba'). Anyways during worship the band decided to slow things down and they played a song where the chorus is as follows: “I have decided to follow Jesus The cross in front of me, The world behind me. No turning back. No turning back.” During this song as we were all praising God in this small house church, my mind was brought to a small church near the coast in Sierra Leone, Africa. Before we dip into the fadeout let me give you some quick background i...

I know, I know...I'm failing as a blogger. I said I was going to better and look at me...I'm not. If it makes it any better Im also way behind on my own personal journaling. Let's just all come to terms with it...Blog Nation...well let's just say I shouldn't quit my day job to become a full time blogger. Anyways on to exciting adventures! A couple weeks ago I went to La Paz, the capital city of Bolivia. Like most capital cities it was buildings upon buildings and a whole lot of traffic. Personally I think it's great for a visit but not for living. Big city life is not my cup of tea. Just shy of 12,000 feet above sea level the city of La Paz sits in a narrow valley between the mountains with the extents of the city climbing up the sides of the mountains in every direction. Bolivia is a country filled with spirted people who will protest and fight for what they believe in. That said, as it is the capital, there are always protest happening by a myriad of...

First and foremost I hope you all had a wonderful Easter! If I am honest with all of you the hardest part about studying abroad has been being away from my family during the holidays. These are the days when I miss home the most, but it’s okay. Promise. At the same time I smile at the memories and traditions that I have with my family because when I am away from it, it also reminds me how blessed I am. **To give you an idea of how my family does the holidays, at 22 I am the youngest and we still do an egg hunt…it is a blast and no easy feat.** Here in Bolivia I was able to participate in the traditions of another family, and let me tell you, I partied it up like a Catholic this Easter. I went to the pueblito of Anzaldo which is a few hours from Cochabamba up in the mountains. Here is the daily run down of my trip: Thursday: We went to the house were all the action was at, we will call it Uncle Joe´s. And Uncle Joe´s everyone was served a small bit of bread and some ...