Living my dream
For a long time I have wanted to be involved at a small local school abroad. I was fascinated with the idea of the way things would be different, and also the way things would be the same. I wanted to see those amazing little faces of the children. I wanted to feel like I was making a difference, and making connections with those kids and educators. I traveled for three years, and an opportunity didn't manifest. In Mexico last year we talked to a teacher of the youngest kids (I think five years old), and she said the school/teachers needed supplies. Not crayons and toys as much as cleaning supplies and toilet paper. So we got a list and made a trip and helped her out. Then I suppose I was finally ready, because an opportunity unfolded before me. I had heard from this new friend last year, she talked about the school she volunteered with, but our stay here in Samara was cut short last January. This year we leveled up on our friendship, and she talked again about the school. It...