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Turns out it takes a monthish to write a blog when you are depressed.


This isn't the first time I've gone through a few months of feelings that feel bigger than I can manage. But I am growing, because I figured out that for me, I can decide that no one gets to steal... Continue Reading →

RinR: Adventure is always out there


Warning: a blog such as this will make you ask yourself - "is there anything Rachel won't blog about?" The short answer is no, not if there is a funny story to tell. Happy Hallowiener everyone! Happy November! Happy almost... Continue Reading →

Gringa Diaries – Paraguay: 1, Rachel: 0


After the late night silently waging social justice via facebook, I woke Friday morning to a slightly drizzly day, a fractured foot that barely worked, and no ambitions beyond the breakfast buffet. The infamous couple failed to show at breakfast,... Continue Reading →

Gringa Diaries: Dinner with the Devils


After a long day of hiking, which of course I had not brought sunscreen, bug spray, a map or water for, but managed to snap several hundred photos of the same waterfall that no one will ever look at but... Continue Reading →

Gringa DiariesÑ First of all, Mom, I{m fine.


So like, a word of advice 0 if you are traveling alone, especially as a woman in a foreign country, and you need directions somewhere, 10 out of 10 don}t ask the cute guy at reception. 10 out of 10... Continue Reading →

Gringa DiariesÑ There will be errors in this.


I am somewhere in a jungle in Argentina, at the intersection of Brazil, Paraguay, and Argentina, where a magical spot called Iguazu Falls (spelling based on home country) exists. It is one of the wonders of the world. And in... Continue Reading →

Rachel in Rio: Too Tired for a Title


i feel like im in an experiment to discover how much snot the human body can produce. or how much tea the human body can consume in one day. the sweet nectar of dayquil and nyquil are taking me back... Continue Reading →

RinR: Olympic Withdrawals, and the marathon ahead.


I'm a list-maker - I have journals, scratch paper, apps everywhere recording hopes and dreams and chores. But nowhere on any list I've ever made did I write "go to the Olympics." Because like, when would that ever happen? I... Continue Reading →

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