You’re never truly alone on a Global Volunteers volunteer program. Joining like-minded and compassionate people from all over the world on important community development projects can be one of the most rewarding and memorable experiences of your life. Two-time Global Volunteer Jennifer explains why she believes solo volunteer travel is the best way to travel. I […]
by Cassidy Toner During the seven days our team has been at the hospital, some things have become very familiar — the sight of Ionut running out of the playroom, exclamations of “acolo” from Ema and Delia, Shrek 2, meows from Alina, and David dumping out every container of toys he can find. However, each […]
Marilyn has served in three different service programs. Here she speaks about the experience of teaching English in three countries. The eyes are equally expectant, although the faces are different. Silent, shy, and incredibly polite college freshman in Xian, China; raucous, rambunctious and never quiet high school seniors in Ostuni, Italy; and respectful, mature adults […]
by Erica Chan “Que es eso?” What is this? “Un oso, ” I said. A bear. “Oso, ” said four-year-old David, as he flipped to the next page of the book. David sat languidly between my legs in the midst of a circle of small couches. Next to me clung his eight-year-old sister Marisa and […]
by Ladelle Dilli Helen Keller said, “I’m only one person and I can’t do everything, but I can do something. I will not let the fact that I can’t do everything prevent me from doing what I can.” Spending vacation time in travel that feeds the soul is possible for me as a Global Volunteer. […]
by Sue Surma I have many poignant memories of my international travel over two decades, but the ones I most frequently awaken with in the morning is of my volunteer service in Romania. There, I tended and nurtured about 30 infants and toddlers, ranging in age from five months to two years with Global Volunteers. […]
LIFE ON THE “REZ” by Todd Cannon I nearly bolted from the sweat lodge before the first round was over. I must have looked as if someone had doused me with a bucket of water – a steady stream of sweat running down my head, torso, limbs. The heat and total darkness inside the sweat […]