Chile is bursting at the seams with stray dogs. They inhabit each and every street, some traveling in groups, others going stag, always possessing sass and an air of invincibility….

I was hoping that when I moved to Chile, the good people of English Opens Doors would place me in a big city. After living near Chicago and in the…

“The password. Can you give me the password?” repeated the alarm company lady on the other end of the line. “Uhhhh. I don’t have it. It’s that…” I blurted into…

I’m currently sitting next to a 7-year-old girl who’s picking her nose and wiping it on the couch (“leave no cushion untouched” seems to be her policy) and I’m not…

After nine months of indecision and anxiety, planning and detours, delays and anticipation, I left Miami, FL, United States for Santiago, Chile. You can never truly imagine beforehand how an…