The Importance of Latin

A couple of years ago, I embarked on my ancient language requirement journey. I had, for some dumb reason, decided that Latin would be an easy language to master….I was wrong.


Latin is a ridiculously complex language. Knowing that, you get to learn so much about your own native language (s). Latin grammar changed the way I looked at the world. I started drawing connections between Latin and English and Spanish and all the other languages I know… and it was quite the adventure.

My question is…why doesn’t anyone learn Latin anymore?

Sure, some Catholics make somewhat of an effort to learn Latin, but it’s still Ecclesiastical Latin (different from Classical Latin) and some just learn the Agnus Dei and the Sanctus. No one picks up a nice Latin textbook anymore. Why?

As a modern language learner, the process of learning Latin was actually quite difficult. It was an entirely different structure. Because Latin is, well, dead, I had to memorize a significant amount of paradigms and take a look at things from a different perspective. Latin shifted the way my brain works. It allowed me to truly break the boundaries of language in ways that I had never imagined.

Perhaps that sounds a little ambiguous. However, it is the closest description to how it felt to approach a dead language like this. For the meantime, I have been trying to pick up Ancient Greek (without much success)…but my heart will always have Latin. ❤



Les Cinq Petites Choses #2

It has been a very difficult week for me due to Hurricane María’s devastation in Puerto Rico. However, there are some things I am grateful for.

1. I had cut back on caffeine this past Summer, but being away from my family during this difficult time has left me sleepless this entire week. Thankfully Mayan Super Dark from Just Coffee Cooperative has been a life saver this week. I love getting up in the morning and making a fresh cup of coffee.

2. Being informed has been the most important thing for me this week. I am grateful for facebook groups, American media, and Zello (the app).

3. When I’m under a lot of pressure, I definitely like indulging in some calligraphy. I love the perfect symmetry of lettering and the various combinations of it. Pinterest is my favorite place to find calligraphy inspo. Here is my latest work. 

4. I was in need of a lot of distractions from the natural disaster in Puerto Rico. I loved spending hours on end with my partner’s roommates watching The Great British Bake Off. I highly recommend this mindless and incredibly polite cooking show.

5. Amongst other set of distractions, I LOVE podcasts. My favorite podcast at the moment is The Tolkien Heads. The hosts are graduate students who specialize in historical linguistics, lyricism, Tolkien, and landscapes.

Expectations vs Reality

A month ago, I was flying back from Washington DC to Chicago O’Hare. After spending an extra hour on the plane, I started to notice that we were flying in a line, meaning we had been flying around in circles for a while. I had already been in a bad mood for various pesky travel inconveniences and did not want to imagine the worst. Please let us land soon, I kept thinking.

Suddenly, the pilot states: “I’m sure only frequent flyers have noticed, but we have been flying around in circles for an hour. Apparently, there’s bad weather in Chicago and we might not be able to land. Folks, there’s no one more excited about landing to Chicago than me. We’ll keep flying for a while, but if we don’t get the yes; we’ll have to land in Indianapolis to refuel. Sorry, folks.”

Oh no. My heart started beating faster. I was exhausted. I had just spent a week helping a friend with her wedding and just wanted to land in Chicago so I could spend a relaxing week away from Madison with my significant other.

Alas! The pilot made the final call to land in Indianapolis.

My boyfriend, who had been waiting for hours at the airport inside a tiny car (he’s pretty big and tall), must have been surprised when he saw my text: “Hey, I’m in Indianapolis.” Our plans had been entirely changed.

You must be thinking what’s the point of this story? Well, sometimes we have a series of expectations about how our lives will turn out. This travel incident is but a mere example of how our plans can be immediately turned around.

You’ll definitely feel as if you’re flying around in circles going nowhere…desperate to find your way home. Or you might feel lost in an unknown place…waiting to feel at home.

Either way we have to accept that our reality will most likely not align with our expectations. What matters is how we learn to deal with these situations.

Sometimes we may not handle it in a mature way.

Sometimes we’ll feel distraught and discouraged.

Sometimes we’ll fall apart.

And that’s okay.

The important part is how you pick yourself up from these disappointments: adjust, rethink, reanalyze. Then, we’ll realize that it wasn’t important at all. It was for the best. You pick up your bags, put them in the trunk of the car and drive off into the sunset.


Jul 30, 2011

Since I was a little girl, I used to dream of the days where I would pack my bags and leave home. To be honest, I never had a real reason behind wanting to leave. I just knew I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t feel like I belonged.

After growing up in a small Southern town in Puerto Rico, I decided to take a leap and move to the capital for college. I was overwhelmed with emotions as I packed most of my belongings in my future roommate’s small car. However, as we were driving away, I remember looking at my mom, waving good-bye and thinking: “Coming home will never be the same again.”

And it wasn’t.

RRP Photography

RRP Photography

I lived in San Juan for about four years. It was a dream come true. Throughout my undergraduate career, I spent my days reading, writing, and learning everything I ever dreamt of studying. I jumped at any career opportunity I could. I yearned to keep growing as a person, as a friend, as a sister, as a daughter…and it was hard.

Suddenly, I graduated…and I knew that I had to say good-bye to the beautiful sunsets, the crystal-clear waters, and the sublime mountains of Puerto Rico. It was truly bittersweet. I wanted to move away, to keep pursuing my studies, to learn more, to keep growing, but part of me wanted to keep holding on to the idea of calling that truly enchanting Caribbean island “home”.

On my way to Wisconsin, I remembered that little girl who wanted to travel and explore, that young teenager who had to grow up and go to college, and that ambitious undergrad who could never put a book down. I realized that I was making the best decision of my life. Still, I hold all of these versions of myself closely and dear to my heart, but it’s hard.

After being homesick for a while, I became aware of the truth: I don’t truly know what my home is anymore. I am now an outsider in the Caribbean and a warm-blooded Boricua lost in the Midwest. I don’t know where I belong, but I know that, for the time being, Wisconsin is my home.

I am joyful to have found a beautiful place with incredible people where I can keep growing as a person. As the cliché says, “Home is where the heart is.”




Welcome to Lost in the Midwest!



In 2014, I promised myself that in 2015 I would take risks, explore more and challenge myself. After I sought a creative, fun outlet, I decided to start blogging all over again with a lifestyle blog. Therefore, Lost in the Midwest was born.

Almost two years ago, a young college girl moved from the warm, humid island of Puerto Rico to the harsh, Frozen Tundra. To say the least, my life was turned upside down in an instant. Suddenly, the young college girl had to transition into a young woman. As I was thrown into a dark abyss, I rejoiced. Lost in the Midwest will explore the beautiful places I encounter and the new incredible experiences I will encounter.

It is through this blog that I have decided to share my thoughts, perspectives and opinions about a few of my favorite things: Fashion, Life, Travel and Christianity. Join me in this journey through Life!