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We spent five weeks at El Refugio. In perspective of our entire lives, five weeks is nothing, a mere blink in our memory of moments and I&rsq...
One thing that living overseas has inevitably taught me, is that the United States falls incomprehensibly short of its’ romanticized and glorifi...
At El Refugio we are blessed with 300 acres of beautiful property in the mountains of Ecuador. Within those parameters, there is about a three mile pe...
A few days ago, some others and I were washing dishes with an El Refugio Intern, Bethany, a person who has quickly become a part of our family. ...
A moment where the Father met me in my ignorance and showed me his love and clarity: On Sunday, my team and I decided to quiet our mi...
6:00 AM - I am awaken by my alarm and the creaking of bunkbeds as the soft blue light of morning pours into the tall windows our little home. I sleep ...
One of the first things that struck me about the city of Quito was the abundance of stray dogs. When I would gaze out the windows of th...
Last week, our squad experienced the first wave of the infamous international stomach issues. I’ll spare you the details of 13 girls in the moun...
All those years of dull high school classes of Spanish conjugations finally came to a reality when I stepped foot into the country of Ecuador. Somethi...
Photos of dancing in a field with underprivileged children, buying an assortment of fruits from the bustling city market, painting the walls of an inn...
