Piriápolis

June 9, 2015

     Hello everybody! It's been a while. Yup, probably a month or something.

     Now, the morning of June 2, 2015, Tuesday, my dad decided to take me to be with a mission group from South Dakota that came to Uruguay. He drove forty minutes to pick me up, and it took an hour and a half to go to the city where the week was going to take place. My heart was pumping with adrenaline and anxiety, but I was all the more excited to be able to meet some people my age and to be able to speak in English!

     After a quick nap, we arrived at the small hotel. We exchanged awkward greetings and I knew this week was going to be amazing. We were going to work on a house for a certain family in the city of Piriápolis. I thought to myself, I've never worked on a house before!

     Why do I feel like my writing sounds like an essay? I guess I'm still in school-mode.

     

     The first three days flew by in a blink of an eye. We ate dinner at 10 PM, woke up with tired eyes and sore bodies, but the days were always filled with laughter. My father and I worked as translators with another translator and it was definitely an interesting experience.

     I've learned that even with a language barrier, two groups of people can make a strong relationship. With the help of the universal language (body language), we were all able to laugh and have an amazing time. The events sent me back down memory lane when my family and I first moved to Costa Rica without a single Spanish word in our brains (not including "hola" of course).

    On Wednesday night, some of us went to an English institution to speak to some students and help them practice English. Personally, I got to know the mission team a bit better and it was an awesome experience.

    I had to come back home on Thursday (because I had a major exam on Saturday), which was a bummer. Even though I had to come home early, I was set to go back. I was not willing to give up this opportunity.