Vacation like a philanthropist
Last week, I woke up at 5:30 one morning. I made a French Press for me and my roommate and then I climbed back on my bed and wrote in my journal for… Continue reading
Last week, I woke up at 5:30 one morning. I made a French Press for me and my roommate and then I climbed back on my bed and wrote in my journal for… Continue reading
I often ponder what the everyday reality is for the children here on the island of Utila. I know firsthand that many of them go to school hungry and don’t have any food… Continue reading