I'm waiting at the airport this afternoon to board a flight for South America. I will spend the next week in Buenos Aires, Argentina, on my own and then two weeks in Peru with a group of my students and a fellow teacher from Columbia College Chicago.
I was in Peru once before when I was 15 years old. That was a long, long time ago. One important thing I learned on that trip was how to salsa dance. But I also learned about class and poverty.
I remember that friends of my father, who my sister and I stayed with, took us on a drive to a scenic view from a mountain top. When I looked out I saw the beauty of the landscape. But when I looked down the side of the mountain I saw people living in shacks made out of cardboard with tin roofs.
It's an impression that's stayed with me all these years later.
I hope to learn more about the politics and culture of South America on this trip. I will share some of my experiences with you on this blog over the next three weeks.
Boarding is starting so I have to run. Hasta pronto.