I live in the very small city of Bath, Maine. I was born in Puerto Rico and raised in California. I speak Spanish and very poor Russian :) I am a counselor who travels around the state working with migrant farmworkers. People travel to Maine from Mexico, Central America, Haiti, Jamaica, Norhtern Maine, Canada and from throughout the USA to work the various harvests here. I love my job, but I drive a lot and I can't wait to take a retreat. I have traveled a lot (Kyrgyzstan, Pakistan, Tibet, Nepal, Western China, Romania, Hungary, Cuba, Colombia, Russia, Italy).
I enjoy getting lost and discovering hidden places and having meaningful conversations with strangers that help me get a sense of the place I'm visiting beyond the superficial tourist scene.
As a guest, I am respectful; I try not to be noisy late at night or early in the morning; I don't leave my belongings everywhere; I'm very tidy and leave bathroom and kitchens as I found them (or neater). I do like getting to know people, laughing, sharing stories and opinions. But when I travel, I also need my space---some time when I can shut the door on the world to sense some quiet, think and reflect before I continue to engage and explore again. I'm quite talkative, social and energetic but can also be introverted, observant and quiet. Depends on the mood.
Travel for me is about being disoriented, losing my bearings and taking each encounter and experience as it appears in that moment. I rely on my internal compass of basic humanity, compassion, peace and good will. I set aside my learned behaviors and expectations and open myself to a different approach and a different reality. I force myself to form new words in new languages, fumble and try again. I force myself to venture into a new street, a new jungle, a new world and get lost in order to find something fresh and real and genuine with new eyes.