Here I am… with one week to go in Mexico. The fact that this trip went by so fast kind of scares me. Actually whats even more scary is the fact that I graduated from high school a year ago today. Rest assured, this is not a statement of OH IM GETTING OLD!, its a mentioning of the fact that time goes by whether you realize it or not. There is nothing that you can do to stop it, or slow it down… besides maybe watching grass grow. So what do we do about this great depressing passage of time? We enjoy it!
I think that the thing that people leave out of their lives most is happiness and a general appreciation for the time they have with the people and the place around them. This is not just a personal statement, really other people notice this too. My question for the world at this moment is… why would you do something you really do not like to do? Is it that you are being responsible? Maybe its time for a change for a lot of people. This trip has thus far taught me a lot of things (and reenforced others), but the thing I have really enjoyed is the fact that humans are humans and despite our differences physically and culturally, in the end none of that matters. This sounds like something out of a Hallmark card, but its true.
To catch up on my story briefly… I have kinda bummed around this week – which has been nice. I woke every day to get to the hospital at 7 (just like at home) scrubbed up, and headed into the pediatric ICU to observe for a good five hours. Then, I returned, ate some lunch and took a lot of time to read. The group definitely feels the trip winding down… and there have been a few strange disagreements along the way. Regardless, I have spent my final Saturday in Merida getting to explore some more of the mercado, packing all of my stuff up, and writing/reading/researching. Tomorrow I think that I will take one last beach trip and monday I get to start on another amazing journey. I leave at 6am to go to the village clinic where I will be living/ working/ studying until friday afternoon. In some ways this seems like such a schedule, but in others my days have blended in the hustle and bustle of each and every moment of free time. I have definitely enjoyed the break in the “work”.
I have finished the cook book, bought the gifts, learned some of the language, and am now taking the time to write some solid comparisons between this country and my own. Scarily enough, I am already looking ahead to next summer’s trip – to where god only knows. In some ways I would not mind returning here, not to this program (god no), but to an institution where I could fully appreciate spanish and maybe even Mayan language and culture. This experience has been amazing to be sure, but it wasn’t as I believed it would be. In conclusion, I return in a WEEK! I am excited about this sentiment, but even more so with the work that is to come in this next week.