Sweat runs down my sand-crusted forehead, across my cheek, and finally lands in the Concrete mixture. With each shovel-full, my back winces as some Honduran boys and I move the pile of concrete to the left.
I understand enough Spanish...
Fifty meters above the Mindo Cloud forest, I fly through the air at 35 miles per hour, supported only by a harness and a carabineer. The metal cable screaming due to speed and friction, I soar over the foliage,...
130 students, full of energy and anticipation, run onto the Santa Clara Academy field, eager to join their Jesuit and Ursuline mentors in a game of soccer, basketball, 4-square, and playground activities. The first day of the summer program...
