Dos caras de Chile | Two Faces of Chile

By Jason Carlo Carranceja, Saga ’18

Tres citas con Javier | Three dates with Javier

By  Meredith Jett, Cendana ’18

When I heard the theme “dual” I was immediately reminded of the dual life I sometimes felt when I was living in Mexico–one life in English and one life in Spanish. This is just one example of how that duality and tension came to the surface.

El Puesto | The Post

By Margaret Schumann, Saga ’17

This poem imagines the history of Ivan, or Elian, a man selling goods at a small tienda at the boundary between Nogales, México and Nogales, Arizona, United States. In it I hope readers can pass through the numbers and lines that define here and there, this language and that one, belonging and exclusion.

The Culture of Food in Barcelona | La cultura de la comida en Barcelona

By Shanice Nicole Stanislaus, Cendana’17

This article was written during my summer in Barcelona where I was working as a profes- sional dancer and I wanted to share how much food played a big role in my experience in connecting with the culture and the people.

Forging Bonds Over Food | Forjando Lazos de Amistad con La Comida

By Jon Tan, Cendana’17

In the seven months I spent in Chile, I did not meet a single Singaporean, but I also never once felt alone. Okay, maybe once, or twice. But even then, there was food.

An Adventure Through the Pallets – The Cafe Culture in Spain | Una Aventura por la Papila del Gusto – La Cultura del Café en España

By Hoa Nguyen, Cendana’17

This piece was written during the Advanced Spanish 1 class trip to Madrid, inspired by the diverse vibrant cafe scene and the coffee culture of this beautiful city.

The Bridge | El Puente

By Claire Krummenacher, Saga’20

My family and I had a tradition called “Downton Dinners,” where every Sunday my aunt and uncle would come over and we’d cook together and speculate what would happen on Downton Abbey that week. This went on for years, and even when the season ended, we would still get together for family dinners with the whole clan (all thirteen of us when possible!). We’d bake bread from scratch, play with my little cousins, and listen to my dad and uncle try to outdo each other with awful jokes, puns, and made up science – and it’s thinking about these moments that makes me miss them the most.