Hogar Madre Albertina Girls’ Home, Granada

Telepizza is Granada’s premier pizzeria, and they deliver. For $75, thirty-two people—the nuns, social workers, and all of the girls—were able to enjoy a Thursday night pizza party with more than enough slices to go around.

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The Best Form of Help

On our Nicaragua trip, we witnessed people helping others. Even better yet, we met people dedicated to helping people learn to help themselves.

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“Mono Frito”

There are times when a bit of comic relief can help a kid deal with a real shock.

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Sometimes, Unschooling Definitely Does Not Suck

Today is one of those days when I love our unschooling lifestyle. Nature is all around us, all over this planet…so why, beginning with our school days, are we conditioned to turn our backs to it? Why do we huddle indoors instead, doing assignments and organized activities that we’re led to believe are so very important, so critical for our “success?”

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Classmates

The boys attend classes four afternoons per week, as native-speaking assistants and motivators. Kids want to communicate about soccer, or about whatever strikes them as funny during a lesson. Or about favorite snacks. Or even about elementary school crushes, as my older son is learning.

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He Put the Road School in Our Roadschooling—Literally

He is fearless, adventurous, a Saint-Exupéry…and, thanks to him, the boys can say that they first learned to drive a car on the back roads of Costa Rica.

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“Like Walking on Wedding Cake”

Guanacaste Province in northwestern Costa Rica has welcomed us warmly.

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The Roadschool Goes International

We’re setting off for Guanacaste Province in Costa Rica. Passports? Check. Spanish dictionaries? Check. Bug spray and sunscreen? Double check.

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