Last week someone I had known for about 15 minutes asked me if I used to get into a lot of trouble as a kid.
I thought back to my childhood and out of the blue recalled the name my family had coined and that I hadn't heard in years: Nicolasa. That was the nickname they came up with when they realized I was a handful. I was an adventurous little kid, always curious and always inventing a new game, an entreprenurial scheme, or a one man show. Reflecting on my years in school, when I'd get a conduct card sent home with comments from my teachers such as "too much talking" or "late back from recess" or "won't sit still," I chuckled to myself and replied: "Yeah, I was pretty mischievous."
At 23, not much has changed. So it only seemed appropriate that I name this blog to reflect what it will be: a forum for my crazy travels, the predicaments I always seem to get myself into and out of, and the rants and raves I have inside my own head (that you lucky spectators can now observe!). And just the experience. I am a product of experience and those experiences are more valuable than any education I have received. and that is definitively "Nicolasa."
