After my time in Bogota, I am going to Cartagena, where I will continue to volunteer with Emerging Voices as en English teacher. 

I was originally supposed to leave for Cartagena this weekend. Like, tomorrow. But last weekend, I found something out that made my heart shatter. 

Angie: "You go to different projects next week, okay?"

Me: "Go to different projects? Why?"

Projects meaning volunteer projects. I always go to Hogar to teach English and to help in the daycare.

Angie: "They no have school next week. Eet is vacations."

Shot. Boom. Strike, pierce, crumble. I sat there at the breakfast table and realizing I couldn't keep it together, went to my room. I put my head in my hands and tears streamed everywhere uncontrollably.

My favorite class, the one that I love dearly and hold a special place in my heart? I only teach them on Mondays and Wednesdays. It was Thursday. That would mean that I wouldn't be able to see them Friday, they wouldn't have class the next week, and then I would leave on Saturday. Without saying goodbye. Or taking pictures with them. Or giving them back their graded tests. 

There was no way in hell I was leaving. I extended my stay an extra week.


OCT. 11



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