As soon as I started writing a reminiscence, I could feel the clichés. Friendships made abroad, changed outlook on life, memories and longings and connections that can't fully translate- to words, to explanations, to the States in general. But if they are clichés, then so be it. Maybe that's where clichés come from- the experiences so foreign, so intangible that no real explanation will do them justice, and we force them into these boxes and phrases, force them into familiarity. We recognize a piece of what we felt, a piece of what we experienced, and tie it down to a theme or image that others may also recognize. Or maybe clichés are just overused bits of language and I'm creatively frustrated. Y'all can decide. At the end of our term, last June, we ventured off into the Amazon, rushed through some "finals" and then careened back into the states to start a marathon of different events- internship, rugby season, SENIOR YEAR- life at full sp