I don’t think I’ve ever been changed so much by a trip. How to explain it? It was fun, life-changing, eye-opening, heart-breaking, sweaty, exhausting, and I think we all got on everyone’s nerves at least a little. Even though I came here and the first thought was, “When are we going home?” Now that there’s less than one day left I can’t help but think, “Are we coming back next year?” My entire life view has been profoundly changed by this whole experience; I mean I just spent a whole week sleeping on the thinnest mattress I’ve ever seen, in a building with no air conditioning, after working in the heat and dust (needless to say, my clothes are going through a hard cleaning as soon as I get home). Maybe next time I won’t complain about the air-conditioning not working in my car and I’ll stop to think about people who never really get a respite from the heat and they don’t complain about it.
I’ve also been struck by how happy people are here. We visited the city dump of Managua and worked with children there coloring and playing in the water. Even though they’re living in a dump in the second poorest country in the hemisphere, they are still as happy as anyone I’ve met in America, if not more. Particularly the children, oh don’t get me started on the children. It’s impossible not to fall in love with them. I wanted to take them all home with me after playing with them; just the way their faces light up when you play with them, and the way they smile at you, it’s heart-wrenching in a very good way.
So, in retrospect, I had the best time I’ve had in years here. I can’t wait to come back again.
