A couple weeks ago, finished teaching English classes in my training town. I taught my last class, and then a few days later, after a workshop for the local English teachers, my counterpart asked me if I’d be back the following week, because the kiddos wanted to say goodbye.
At that point, I was feeling ready to move to my new site, but I wanted to go to the classroom one last time to see my students, so Amanda and I agreed to go see them for a few minutes.
It was overwhelming.
I was not always thrilled with my teaching, but my students are wonderful. On that last day spoke to me a lot in English and Spanish, and we took a lot of photos, and they presented me with gorgeous gifts. I felt appreciated and welcomed into their community, and now it’s almost time for me to leave.
I’m excited to be starting a new adventure in a new site with new teachers and students, but I’m definitely going to miss the life I had in that community.
Also, I’m very nervous to transport the gifts they gave me. They’re very fragile and the bus to Matagalpa is bumpy.