On our last day in San Lucas we literally helped “make the road smoother”, as Fr. Greg pointed out was our job on the first day. We also learned some patience and that there is little sense of a schedule or hurrying in Guatemala.
Originally we were scheduled to work at the women’s center again but were met with confusion upon arriving there. Apparently we had been sent to the wrong place. Laughing off the miscommunication, we waited patiently to hear where we would really be working. Eventually we were taken to the road that is being built up to the coffee fields to make access to them easier. Our task was to move rocks to create a foundation for the road, then cement would be poured over those. We created an assembly line and got to work. By the end of the day, we had barely made a dent in the work but I know it made a difference nonetheless.
Our last night in San Lucas was a bittersweet one. We would miss the homemade tortillas and special green sauce that was served with every meal. We were dreading leaving the wonderful coffee and laid back atmosphere. Having already experienced leaving Africa, I knew the depression that would come with going home and braced myself for the feeling of loss. We took one last walk around town and held on dearly to all we had learned.
I think the hardest part of coming home is implementing everything you have learned and spreading that knowledge to every one at home. I’ve tried to hold onto the sense of peace and enjoying every day that I experienced in Guatemala. This experience reinforced and renewed many things that I learned in Africa, which I needed reminding of desperately.
Gracias a Dios (Thank God)