A Year on a Fulbright Grant to Surabaya, Indonesia. Sunday, January 30, 2011. Just a little while ago I woke up on a Saturday morning, stumbled out of my house to buy some cheap Gatorade imitation called Polcari Sweat. Soon after, I realized that my street has been covered with a giant tent. All part of life in Indonesia. The primary mode of transport arou.

Poeta Julia De Burgos by vagabond. I have an urge for freedom. If I die I do not want this tragic nation to swallow my bones. They need the warmth of Borinquen, to at least fortify the worms from over there, not the ones from here. Quick view of Las Filipinas! People trash everywhere.

Many have been gracious enough to express interest in my travels and teaching, so to appease the masses I have created a blog that I will add a chapter to a few times a month. Ambon Manise, early September, 2011 Panicked church bells blend with a groaning call to prayer pouring out from rusted mosque speakers, the two intertwine and rise into the bellowing black smoke above Ambon.