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Gringa Diaries: It’s the End of the World and I knowed it.


Captain’s Log, Day 10: Currently 36 degrees F and wiiiiiindy, battling a chest cold, have walked among PENGUINS!, seen the end of the world by road and am now sailing towards a stormy grey curtain that hides the rest of... 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 →

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 →

RinR: Water Polo, Gymnastics, Olympic Park, e mais


Months and months ago, when my smart friends were purchasing tickets for the Olympics, I was still wavering back and forth between spending a few extra weeks in the Bay with my family, or coming back to Rio to be... Continue Reading →

YAYarea Summer 2016 – the basic updates


I am back in California! woooo baby yeah. I won't be coming home for another year, so I am going ALL OUT. I've been to a Giants game, I've drank salsa from the jar, I made a White House cookie... Continue Reading →

RinR: assessing and accepting the unavoidable


eeeeep. It's coming. My birthday. 32. Thirty TWO. Like, really thirty, now. No going back. I never accidentally say an age starting with twenty anymore. Actually, these days, when asked how old I am, I usually first say "how old... Continue Reading →

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