Cape Verde Stories


It is hard not to smile when the sun is kissing me

I’m back in CV finishing my last rotation of medical school. Four years have passed since I first started this travel journal. I knew so little then. I have learned so much since. Still, I feel as if I don’t know much. The amount of information one learns, forgets and relearns and still needs to learn humbles and motivates me. I graduate with m...


Regarding the New York Times article about Cape Verde

Everyday, I pass by the French Embassy on my way to work. I see them, women and men, young and old, standing outside the embassy. They are dressed on their best attire and they hold thick envelopes. Many of them have dreamt of a trip to France almost their whole lives. They might be trying to visit Louvre or walk up the Eiffel Tower or they are tryi...


I ran into Tabanka

I wished to write a story of how a spent a most beautiful day in the Island of Maio. I wished to tell you about the adventure of taking a boat just before the first sun rays kiss the islands good morning. I wanted to see dolphins dancing around the wabbly boat and arrive yet early morning on an island where serenity rules and the people are warm and w...


It´s the drums!

“Oh, my sister! Oh, my sister! Oh, my sister! What happened to you? They did not tell me that you were suffering this much.” My mother cries while holding on to her older sister, whom she has not seen in 3 years. My aunt is hugging my mother with a somewhat blank expression that has replaced the look of surprise and pure ectasy that possessed her ...