There's been a lot going on in the past few years that has brought me here...but in a nutshell: this past spring I took a course to be a volunteer Spanish/English interpreter for the San Francisco public schools; when I went to actually do it, I didn't feel confident enough in my Spanish (it had, after all, been 30 years since I'd formally studied it...and even then I felt my best Spanish was done with a beer in my hand, something which the SF public schools were funnily enough not endorsing!). I had always thought to myself that one of these days I'd go back to a Spanish-speaking country to live for a while and get the Spanish back, but didn't really do much about it.
To make a long story short, over the next few months I realized it was time to make a change from "same as it ever was." It all happened kind of fast even though on the other hand it was a long time coming: for several years I'd been thinking about moving on from Team In Training/Leukemia & Lymphoma Society but just still didn't quite know what I wanted to be when I grew up; I'd also been thinking for a while about selling the house I'd had for the past 10 years. A few things happened to make this summer the time to do it, and, given my recent experience with my disappearing Spanish, I set my sights on spending some time in Latin America. My last day full-time at work was July 15 and I closed on the house August 23.
I sold, gave away or donated just about everything I had, keeping only some antiques of my grandmothers', photos, and other "irreplaceables." It's amazing how freeing that all was & feels. Just about all of my worldly goods are currently in a in a 5x6 ft (2.8 m2) storage unit outside of SF. Who would have thunk it?!
In order to have a marketable skill should I decide to stay in Latin America for a while, I decided to take an intensive monthlong Cambridge University sponsored course on teaching English as a 2nd language (CELTA), which I did in Sept/Oct in San Francisco.
|Cartagena clock tower and old city walls.|