Discovery

September 17, 20010

I’ve been in Chincha just over a week, and nothing here has been easy. At any given moment of the day I am a combination of tired, cold, hungry & on the verge of tears. I never realized how lucky I was to have other Canadians with me during my Nicaraguan adventures. Without them here I feel just that more lonesome. I look forward to the daily calls from Hollis because without those I think I would lose my sanity. I question myself everyday on my reasons for being here, my motives for pushing myself yet again because I find myself right back to where I was before. The time goes by so slowly and all I can think of is coming home and I often wonder if it will get better. I can’t even put my finger on it because nothing it extremely terrible. The family I live with is nice and they take me wherever I need to go because they won’t let me go solo. The school is huge and run by sisters from the Philippines and I am learning more Spanish. The bucket baths are all right, the barking dogs tolerable, and the food, well it’s food and they have their own cuisine down here but there is something that is making me absolutely miserable. I keep thinking I should have re-read my last blog, there were so many points in time when I wanted to throw in the towel, why would I do that to myself for a second time. I will keep you posted as I try to find some answers to this looming question.