Let’s start by saying that I’m a well of regret. When I was so much younger and believed that the world was my oyster, I told my mom that I wasn’t going to waste my time on regret. I thought that the poor choice was worth the wisdom gained and that the bad experience addedContinue reading “Risk-averse, Regret-prone”
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Fishing for Friends
It was actually two strangers: a 70 something-year-old man from Chile and a 14-year-old local (Santander) boy. I was there for the summer, enrolled at the Universidad de Cantabria to further my acquaintance with the Spanish language and culture. The year was 2004, a lifetime ago. I was 27 years old, about to start aContinue reading “Fishing for Friends”
This Small Life 