the end

I left Tacuati yesterday, and I really believe it's the hardest thing I've ever done. (Although spending the last day without electricity or water made it a little easier!) But how do you say goodbye to the people who have been your friends, your family, the people who've fed you and worked with you and listened to you and welcomed you into their lives, with whom you've shared birthdays and funerals, laughed and cried? I would like to go back someday to visit (the big joke is that I'll come back with my kids, we'll see if that every happens, haha). But even if I do return, it'll never ever be the same. And neither will I.