When we were returning from los Llanos we made a pit stop for gas in the countryside. Across the street from the little shop appeared to be a shed of some sort with chickens and scrap metal scattered in the yard. As we were waiting for the bus I noticed music being emitted from the shack. I decided to take a quick gander and noticed there was an elderly man sleeping in a hammock. As I inched my way closer, I could not help but to snap a few photos. As I captured the last one, he woke up, saw me and smiled; it was simply beautiful.
While interning in a rural village in India, a couple students and I got in the habit of going for a walk each afternoon. One day when we passed through a neighboring village on one of these walks, a group of kids caught sight of us and came running out of their houses, yelling “Namaste, Namaste!” This friendly band of giggling kids surrounded us for the rest of our walk, showering us with smiles and curious looks. While watching these kids laugh and joke with each other as we walked, I was struck by how similar they are to kids in the US, despite living on the opposite side of the world. In a country where everything seems so different, it is comforting to know that some things, such as goofing around with friends, are universal. I snapped this picture of our companions to remember them by as we parted ways.
San Sebastian was the summer vacation town of my host mother in Toledo during her childhood. She had not been there in 40 years, but heavily encouraged me to take the trip. I traveled alone by bus for the weekend 6 hours to San Sebastian, explored the small town by myself, and climbed Mont Igueldo. I asked the woman in the office on the Mont if it was worth two Euro to climb the old castle tower from which the photo is taken. She replied, "Yes," and I skeptically climbed the tower having paid my fee. The view of the Pyrenees mountains, Atlantic Ocean, Spanish and French coastlines left me completely speechless, and I spent half an hour admiring the sheer thought of what lied beyond the horizon that I could see. I knew nothing of this city before coming here, to the north coast of the Iberian Peninsula, to the north coast of Spain, to the memories of my host mother.