It is currently Tuesday morning and I am typing this from our new home in the town of Panajachel that overlooks the beautiful Lake Atitlan in Guatemala. This past week has seen Mo and me in many new places and situations. Some brilliant and some challenging, but these new experiences are filling our hearts and minds with so much passion and a new sense of wonder.
Last week was full of highs and lows where Moacir and I shared some beautiful moments and some terrifying ones too. As we reflect on last week’s events, we understand more than ever how grateful we are for each other, our family and our safety.
On Sunday at Mision Mexico, the whole family travels the 45 minute journey to the beach. It may seem like a normal fun family Sunday but below the surface it means so much more. This was where I truly witnessed the healing powers of the ocean.
My life wasn’t always like this. I wasn’t born into a family where opportunities were dished out like morning breakfast. When I was 14 my mother, sister, brother and I left Nicaragua with the hope of escaping to America to pursue the American dream.
We are spending our last week in San Cristobal and the only reason we are happy about it is because we will be visiting Mision Mexico in Tapachula. We are going to miss San Cristobal, it has been a magical place to live in, not hard to fit in and with experiences aplenty; the culture, the people, the geography and the climate, so many things we could mention that we have grown to love about this town.