Love Knows No Language Barrier
I had talked to my Mama Tica about feeling homesick last week, and she listened to me and said that it would be okay; that the feeling would pass. A few days later, Jorge mentioned that I wasn't smiling like I guess I normally do, and Mama Tica told him that I was feeling homesick. Missing home certainly didn't help my melancholiness, but that wasn't the issue that day. In gasping and broken Spanish, I told them that the reason that I was actually upset was because of cancer returning in the life of a young friend. I had read an article about her the night before, and I was unable to put it behind me.
Mama Tica took my hand, looked me directly in the eyes and told me that she has faith that everything will be okay. She was able to overcome cancer herself years ago, and she said that through God, anything is possible. While she was speaking, Jorge got up to get me a glass of ice water.
We started our second module of classes today, and during our break, the director was throwing a TON of information at us, including scheduling for our upcoming trip to Nicaragua, times for volunteering, and reminders of events coming up during the week. It did not take long for me to become overwhelmed.
While Hannah and I were relaxing in our room after lunch, out of nowhere Mama Tica brings us maracuya dessert with ice cream and grapes covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles. I swear she knows when we're feeling uneasy or unlike our normal selves. One of the greatest things I've experienced while here is the perpetual amount of love that eminates from the majority of Ticos, with special emphasis on Mama Tica and Jorge. I don't know how they do it, but I'm determined to learn and return to the US with at least a fraction of the love that they have for us.