Friday, July 10, 2009
I am in Nicaragua.
Sitting atop my bunk bed in the early evening, listening to shrieking children play soccer and occasionally, amidst shouts and giggles, practice their English. It makes me smile.
It's unreal to be here--unlike anywhere I've ever been.
Makes me yearn to speak Spanish--ache to communicate with these beautiful, brown-eyed little ones.
This morning we went to a clinic Sarah directs--a sort of VBS-type atmosphere. It was wild and chaotic and dramatic and awesome.
I stood and watched the children--dark-eyes, thick lashes, quick smiles, beautiful--just watched and smiled and thought, "You will know much more happiness than most of my own neighbors."