My first taste of a language has always been through food. “Arroz con leche, me quiero casar con una señorita de Portugal…” These playful lyrics and its accompanying melody bring back memories of a childhood in my beloved Bolivia. I can still taste the warm, comforting canela, pasas, and sweetened milk and feel how the …
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Make a washable face mask, the Japanese way
I vividly remember my first time in Tokyo: the scramble of black and white masks dotting the Shibuya Crossing in the warm rain. As an American, I had not grown up in a culture where wearing masks in public was common practice, and this scene made a strong impression. In a sense, the ubiquity of …