Playa de Oro
This part of the trip was specifically our humanitarian project. It was so different from anything I had ever done. Each and every one of us stayed with a different family, and one who spoke only spanish for that matter. The first day or so was difficult, but by the end of it, no one wanted to leave. It was such a humbling and eye-opening experience. We took part in the restoration of a school, where we painted the outside and tiled the floors. We also painted the community centre, the church, the town square, and cleaned up the public bathrooms.
The people there were so amazing, kind and special. Each and every person in that village treated us so well. All the kids loved us, and we loved them in return. They were also extremely helpful. While we would work, they would follow behind, helping us polish the floors or paint the walls. Whatever we were doing, they were helping us with.
The villagers also hosted three workshops for us; cooking, dancing, and crafting (baskets and other everyday activities). We also took a walk in the jungle beside the village on the last day, as we had all finished our work ahead of schedule.
As I mentioned before, the kids in this village were adorable. This girl was like my little sister in the village, Deidi.
Every afternoon, during our lunch break in between our morning and afternoon work shifts, we would come to the river here and relax.
This was the school we helped fix.
These people right here were the ones that took me in for the week. They were my host family, and amazing one at that. I am so grateful to have had such a sweet family who were so giving and so welcoming.
In the jungle, the mighty jungle!
Saying goodbye was so hard, especially to this little guy, Emile, who I spent so much time with in the village.
It was time return to the city, to head off onto our next part of the trip… The Galapagos Islands.