Author Archives: Chloe Benson

About Chloe Benson

Chloe is a junior at Georgetown majoring in Culture and Politics with an emphasis on International Development and Religion. Passionate about languages, photography, and food, she is eager to see what this year abroad in Turkey and El Salvador will bring. She can’t wait to stumble through her first conversation in Turkish in the local markets, take snapshots of ancient ruins and the Mediterranean, and experience the ‘delights’ of Turkey and authentic pupusas. Beyond the simple pleasures of life, however, she is most excited for the people she will meet and the perspectives they might share. She hopes you will follow along on the adventures.

El Salvador

Sometimes we have experiences that are different. We encounter them, and their presence alone makes us pause. Listen. Bow our heads in reverence because we suddenly realize that they could be everything, or at least something. There is change on … Continue reading

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The Accordion File

Welcome to your accordion file. It is one of your most important assets, having the capability to compress millions of moments, breaths, and images; your moments, breaths, and images. But in this undeniable feat, it can sometimes lock away those … Continue reading

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The Cave Church and the Citadel

I am long overdue for telling you about my stories in Syria. So here I go. They call it Rough Cilicia for a reason. It is mid October, and we are finally on our way to our week-long study tour … Continue reading

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Pink Pomegranates

              Have you ever seen a pink pomegranate? Its thick outer covering is painted with blotchy spots of blushed yellow, and in between delicate folds of white, the inside contains troves of tiny pink pearls. Each pearl encloses a drop … Continue reading

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Tapestry of a Country

As we sat along the perimeter of the room, squished onto faded cushioned couches or perched upon towers of rugs and with our teacups timidly balanced in our hands, the merchant started to pull rugs out of the stacks. His … Continue reading

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Colliding Into Imagination

So it begins—the transformation of the imagined into the tangible, or maybe just this collision of the tangible with what I have imagined. Continue reading

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