Orangewood at Casa Hogar

Returing to Acapulco from Guanajuato was sad exhausting and refreshing all at the same time. I was bummed to say goodbye to the Fort Worth team, and all the new people that I had met there. It was sad, as it always is to say goodbye to new friends. The car ride back is always shorter than the car ride there. I remember thinking the car ride was going to be so long, but then it turned out to be too short (for me anyway, I don't know how the other interns felt). Two of the kids living at Sobre El Puente (Valentin and Carlos) decided to stay in Guanajuato at the camp site for one more week. I was going to miss them but I knew I'd see them again in a few short days. I got to ride back with Santos, Tony, Brisa and Angel. I was happy to get to ride back with Santos and Tony especially. My heart was a little heavy thinking about arriving back in Acapulco though because I knew that was when I would have to say goodbye to them, until possibly next year. I did not want to say goodbye to them I felt like one week was no time at all. So the car ride back was definitely a trip. Laughing, talking, horsing around...eating and singing along to spanish and english songs on the radio. I had alot of fun. I got to sit next to Santos and we had fun the entire time. One thing about the camp that I didnt mention was that I became a bracellette making machine. It was crazy. So the car ride back I was finishing bracelettes.
OK So we arrived back at Casa Hogar at 11:30 PM. we were so tired. Someone from the team let us in.
The next day was Sunday and I woke up for church. I immediately ran into Al (Matt's dad). Matt was an intern last year. This team is Orangewood. I forgot that while we were gone at camp teams were doing their job at Casa Hogar. Now we have arrived just in time for Orange wood. I was excited to spend time with this team because they were with me last year when I was the only intern. I really enjoyed this team last summer so I was excited to work with them again. God brought alot of unexpected things this week, some good and some bad. This team had 54 people. It was crazy even with knowing abour half of them from last summer, I was still struggling with trying to remember everyone's names. I think someone from the team brought a stomach virus with them and 29 team memembers got sick. I even got sick, I was vomitting wednesday night and into thursday morning. I could not keep anything down, I had the chills and a light fever. But by 8 pm that night I was feeling better. It was really only a one day bug, but at least 10 new people were sick everyday. But it was still an excellent week from what I recall. Construction was brutal and it was one of the hottest weeks this summer (or at least it felt that way). At five the teams gave a brief bible lesson to all of the kids and then crafts and a game before dinner. And then at 7 serving dinner and eating with the kids. It was great reconnecting with people on the team. And I hate to admit it but I started crying when they had to leave.
I did not have time to be too sad though because not even thirty minutes later, my team was arriving in the airport. I was so excited I felt the tears rush to my eyes again as soon as I saw my family. It was wonderful seeing them after so long. I don't know why I cry every time I see them after being in Mexico so long....I never cry when I see them for Christmas or when I come home for the summer...so it was a bit strange and I tried to compose myself.
Ok my next entry will be about my last week with my team.
Love,
Samone

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