I'm feeling very bittersweet. I have made many friends here, something that became clear to me this past week as I tried to say goodbye to them all. It just wasn't possible. I took the advice of a good friend and made sure that the time I could spend with those closest to me was spent wisely, and to not run around to all parts of the city to see everyone I've ever met here. That being said, I did do my fair share of running around. A few of those visits resulted in my walking home a little later at night than I liked. Tonight, for instance, I left from the Casa Hogar with my camera tied to a belt loop hanging down inside my pants. "Venezuela style". Carry only as much money as necessary for wherever you're going, camera not in a pocket if with you at all, phone not in hand. Look confident. Puff out the chest (?) to look...intimidating? That part maybe not so much in my case. The reality of life here is hard to forget with murders and robberies happening all around me daily. That is one thing I won't miss about living in San Felix.
Back on topic. Not sure how I got on that tangent. Saying goodbye to friends was a bit of a bummer. "See you in a year, hopefully", is just not a great goodbye. But what I remind myself is that 1, I'm fortunate to have the option of returning next summer and 2, I'm fortunate to have made such great friends that the goodbye is difficult.
While leaving feels strange, and there are many people I will miss dearly, there are many people back home whom I have been missing dearly. Knowing that I will very soon be reunited with many of them is exhilarating.
It's past my bedtime. Getting up again in just over 4 hours for a long day of travel. Next post from Minnesota!
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| Something Gregoria made me for my birthday. It was on the cake. |









