It hurts so good.

Going back to traveling by myself in Europe, I have become reacquainted with an old sin. The kebab.  They are Europe’s version of our fast food hamburgers, and make me miss burritos oh… Continue reading

12 Tribes Education

At 6:00 in the morning a community member wakes you up by playing an acoustic guitar outside your window and singing a song of devotion to Yahshua (as in the ancient Hebrew form… Continue reading

Important update regarding the Africa trip

Oops, I need to update some stuff about our fundraising goals. First off, I was so focused on the first two projects we are raising money for that I made it sound like… Continue reading

Hello and good night

It’s amazing how quickly the present moment takes over the past.  I am sitting here in an apartment in Vitoria-Gasteiz, some fluffs of white dog hair in the corner, a Spanish bocadillo resting… Continue reading

My attempt as a futbol hooligan

Last night was the end of the Spanish soccer league. This meant all day, from at least eight hours before the game, the town was full of small packs of soccer fans wandering… Continue reading

The important one

Something a little different, this post is forward looking instead of backward. This summer Katrien and I will be heading to southern Africa to volunteer though the Afnet charitable organization, which runs three… Continue reading

Last time in San Sebastian…

I am here in San Sebastian looking to teach English.  The importance of language is especially powerful for me in this particular city. I was here last year, staying in a fairly dull… Continue reading

To San Sebastian

Walking from the bus station to my hostel I realized San Sebastian is even more beautiful than I remembered it.  As I checked in to my hostel a light drizzle came and went,… Continue reading

Back in Spain

My body is a carnival of disease. Flowing through my veins are tetanus, diptheria, polio, typhoid fever, and yellow fever.  And a common cold.  And my foot is still sore.  It was a… Continue reading

Scotland Part 3, West Highland Way

The morning after sleeping in the 300 year old Drover’s Inn (during which I admit I was a little disappointed to not encounter the ghost of the little girl on the bathroom wall)… Continue reading