I find myself taking longer each time to process an adventure. Each field study seems to have a different theme.
When I was in Belize, it was after 11 months of travel to even more countries, and I found myself so darn tired. I was met by such grace in my cohort and leaders. Belize for me was a time to learn my limits, and to not be so hard on myself.
When I was in Mongolia, I lost all track of time. The sun set at 11pm and there was no electricity in the Steppe. I got to play volleyball till the light faded, to sing songs in the candlelit mornings, and to climb the nearest hill for the heck of it. Mongolia was a time for me to learn to be present...to not rush and do but to be.
So what was Guyana?
It was a time that I felt so connected that leaving actually hurt. How could I feel that way? I didn't know the place or the people...and I even showed up late! But I somehow ended up with friends-like-family in an instant. I would lay in a hammock with a new friend (the-head-on-belly-no-personal-space kinda moment) and say, "sometimes I forget that I don't even know you!". More than once I would just be in awe of how close and connected I felt with the people, the land, the culture, the food... everything. I felt like I had been there for months. Never once did I feel uncomfortable or out of my comfort zone. And everyday, I drew closer to the people, to the nature, to the land.
When I was in Guyana, I learned to be connected. To allow myself to invest wholeheartedly, knowing the risks. And to deem it worth it. And it was.