I’ve been here almost a week now, but it feels much longer than that, in a good way. Almost everything is different than home and I hardly know anyone. The heat means I am sweaty and smelly much of the time. My hot shower doesn’t work yet, and there are tiny ants everywhere in the kitchen and sometimes my room. Most of the time when I try to speak Spanish, I’m faced with raised eyebrows and a generally confused look. The other day I had a conversation with Carlos, the phy. ed. teacher, that I thought was about peanut butter but later I realized he was talking about wearing shorts. I have almost none of the teaching resources I had in the States and right now I am actually scheduled to be teaching two classes at the same time for one hour on Friday afternoons. I admit I’ve been in some unusual teaching situations, but I’m not quite sure how that one’s going to happen.
And yet, for a reason I can’t quite explain, none of this bothers me one bit. It probably will eventually, but right now I am just completely, totally happy to finally be doing what I’ve wanted to do for so long, and there is a deep sense of peace that comes with that. To quote something my friend Michael wrote, “I am so blessed. This is where I belong.”