Ariadni is proud of her Greek roots. Born in Paris where she took her degree in Business Administration specialized in Finance, Ariadni is convinced that exploring out of your comfort zone "is where the magic happens". Nothing better than seeking new experiences, different life perception and travelling a lot! For the last 10 years, she had been based in Spain. After serving as a senior financial auditor in Ernst & Young, she entered the Business Risk department at Barclays Bank Spain where she has participated or led a broad range of projects linked to Risk Advisory, Regulatory Compliance and Operations. Her increasing interest in people and social causes led her to move to new pastures... In 2013, she joined the Barclays Investment team to implement the skill-based volunteering strategy in Spain, manage existing social projects and coordinate the reporting for Europe and Middle East region. Having both "skills and heart" entangle in her new job, she believes she released the power of her full potential. She is passionate about how Microfinance has become a simple mechanism to tackle poverty and empower people. More than that, Kiva gives everyone the possibility to be part of it. The fellowship program is an opportunity she could not miss and for sure, an open window to new possibilities.

Fellows Blog Posts by Ariadni Liakis

Sep 26, 2015 GO Global Update

The Caribbean high noon sun embraced us like a heating blanket as we started our short walk through the countryside to Juana's place. The semi-paved dirt road led us by a small market shop, and as she waved to the people inside, she turned and said with a proud smile, "My father is the owner here". I waved back and the four of us continued with a steady walk to our destination. The big avocado tree marked the beginning of the small property and the little pig tied at the bottom, circled it left and right like a restless guard. Juana opened the big lock and a... Continue Reading >>

Sep 15, 2015 DO Dominican Republic

The buzzing sound of a beat up old motorcycle disturbed the morning calm at the small town of Las Galeras (Samaná) in the Dominican Republic. "Moto concho - moto concho?", the driver loudly asked. "No gracias", I replied for the third time in the last five minutes, knowing i was the obvious target of the local moto taxi service, waiting for my ride at the side of the road. As I wiped the sweat off my forehead, i noticed a white pick-up truck slowly approaching my way. I held my breath as the driver leaned over rolling down the tinted passenger window. "Esperanza?", asked calmly. Reacting as... Continue Reading >>