a friend’s experience- (his name will be AJ for the sake of this post) Born in Southern California, raised in a Chamorro house, AJ grew up with his grandparents speaking Chamorro and Spanish. He didn’t learn English until he started… Continue Reading →
Clusterfuck of the Pacific – final review So after two weeks of this island being completely inundated with arts and culture, spontaneously performed on streets, in parks, late night pop up parties and impromptu exchanges, we came to the end… Continue Reading →
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(The following is a summed up dialogue between myself and a Maori artist visiting for FestPac on “Guam, U.S.A.”) Guam, U.S.A Painted in large letters on the main stage at Paseo Stadium are the words Guam, U.S.A, 2016. I… Continue Reading →
My first day back, my grandfather’s younger brother has a party to celebrate Mother’s day, his wife’s departure, my arrival, and “just because”. It is the first time in a long time where all 8 of my grandpa’s siblings are… Continue Reading →
In the Chamorro household, chances are that you will find a devotional corner. This is due to the culture being heavily influenced by Spanish Catholicism since the 18th century. Here in my great-grandmother’s house, The Last Supper was once hanging… Continue Reading →
Shrimp Egg Foo Young; Tabasco added to Sriracha; Fried Cod The Shrimp Egg foo Young was strong and complex. The egg really balanced the shrimp and was complimented by the additional spices. It wasn’t watered down like other dishes I… Continue Reading →
Trade expanded from just the Pacific islands to beyond (thanks to the Spanish). And where people go, food follows. One of those was the mango. Many varieties were brought to Guam and contributed to a diverse collection. Although, recently the number… Continue Reading →
Ixora – also known as West Indian Jasmine. My grandmother tells me to pull them apart from the bottom (pulling the style) and lick it. Never questioning her, I do. It’s sweet and lasts only a second. She then tells… Continue Reading →
I journey back home with a strange feeling. For the first time, I am traveling back home alone. I am left to my own thoughts and memories of home. While in Hawaii, I come across other locals around my grandparents… Continue Reading →
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