I know, I know, I'm a horrible blogger; so sorry to my faithful and disgruntled followers hahaha. For those of you who know me well, or know me in the least, lol, know that I am an external processor, this semester abroad has been a lot different that I expected. I have been hesitant to share the bad with the good and I believe that has discouraged my desire to blog. I now have decided to spill the goods... or the bads, more accurately... oh corny jokes...
So the good: Last weekend, one of the amazing girls planned a trip to the Island of Tortugero, to go on a turtle watching tour! We stayed at a small hostel, walked along the beach, canoed through Tortugero National Park, danced the night away in a “discoteca”, and last but not least, watched a HUGE, 200lbs momma turtle lay her precious eggs, which in 15 days will be fighting for their life as they venture to the sea. On our life threatening ride there with our sketch bus driver Jorge we spotted a sloth!
It was a wonderful weekend, spent with amazing people and filled with genuine conversations. It was a breath of fresh air to my homesick heart. I realized last week that part of my discontent was due to the fact that I've had to become a 5 year-old again. My routine is very scheduled and my daily life is leaving point A to go to point B to return to point A. I have to be inside by 6 pm, as that is when the sun goes down. I live in a community with two other girls in the program and we walk together to school each morning, for safety and companionship. Last week however, they decided to sleep in and forgo the meditation time; so I had to make the trip by myself. The walk to school is very safe in the day, but I felt very empowered to be making the trip all alone and with each stride my confidence grew as I felt like a Kindergartner making my way to class without mom by my side.
Adjusting to this dependency has been difficult and has stifled my excitement; making it more of a challenge to be eager about the day. This weekend we had another trip, these weekend trips are a blessing and nice reward to the somewhat boring week. We visited Limõn, which is on the Caribbean coast. As we made our way to the coast we stopped by three separate plantations; coffee, pineapple, and banana.
I learned new fun facts at each of the stops and the views were breathtaking, (more pics on FB). Once we arrived in Limõn we were sent to interview the locals about their life, we met some very interesting folks to say the least. Saturday we were treated to a beach day; we could not have asked for better weather, and there's no better medicine for my soul than a dip in the ocean and a long walk with a good friend. With all these wonderful things it seems ludicrous to not be content, but such is life, and a girl who never thought she'd be homesick is longing for the states. However, each day I know that this is the path I'm supposed to be on and a journey in which the Lord is holding my hand and telling me I choose correctly. There is no doubt in my mind that this is a time for growth, love, and new relationships. Despite my feelings I'm making the best effort I can to embrace where I am and what I'm doing, my worst fear is to walk away from this experience and realize I was running away the whole time.
I'm so grateful for y'alls love and support, I know the prayers are traveling overseas.
Bendiciones para ti,
Hannah
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