I’ve kept me cool this entire planning process, but it really hit me when dad and I were in line in Newark and I hear the intercom say, “Would rows 25 through 40 please enter the aircraft now.” Before I knew it I was crying and shaking head to toe, but I managed to say goodbye to dad, and walk onto the plane. 8 long and uncomfortable hours later, (I watched 1 episode of 30 rock, 2 episodes of the office, 1 episode of futurama, ‘he’s just not that into you’, ‘easy-a’, and an episode of some show all about puppies, I’ll be good without tv for a long time…) i land in peru, smoothly get through customs and baggage claim. i eventually found my ride, and here i am. the house is great! and i got to meet a few volunteers, all of whom live here with lidia, the ivhq lima director, and her husband, mother, and two sons.
after a long day of travel and anxiety, i’m ready for a good night of sleep.