I’m Coming Home: Final Day’s In Costa Rica

I’m Coming Home: Final Day’s In Costa Rica
I’m Coming Home: Final Day’s In Costa Rica

Let me just start by saying that two weeks in Costa Rica was NOT enough time. I literally had the time of my life while I was there and no I’m not just talking about the partying.

My last few day’s in San Pedro were amazing. Let me break it down for you.

Thursday 

This was my last official day volunteering for my project. There was one girl who I know was going to be really sad to learn it was my last day.  But to my surprise it was really ALL of my kids who were really sad.  Not only was my class really appreciative of all the hard work I put in but they were so grateful in fact that they threw me a FIESTA!

I was so shocked that they had put this together, it was overwhelming.  It’s really nice to know that even in just two weeks you can still have an amazing impact on children.

The fiesta consisted of lots of homemade food, such as empanadas’, bread pudding, chips and dip, and also sandwiches. Mind you this was at 9:00am so I find myself stuffing my face with re-fried bean empanadas’ and jam sandwiches. (and I wonder why I gained 5 lbs) After eating, I was presented with a few letters that the children had written to me.  Once I got them translated it was the most touching moment I’ve had in a long time.

Once my English classes were done for the day I headed back to my host family and began to pack up my stuff.  Surreal is what I could use to describe how I was feeling.  It literally felt like I had just arrived and now I was already leaving. If I thought saying goodbye to the children was going to be hard I had no idea how I was going to say goodbye to all the new friends I had made.

Tara, Kelly, Swetha, Karen

Luckily that night we managed to get a group of people to hit up the local bar that we had been frequenting since arriving.  Caccio’s home to the orange beer that successfully aided in the weight I gained. Thursday night was probably the one of the best nights out in Costa Rica. There is nothing like a group of people drinking, dancing, and singing at the top of their lungs to really make a lasting impression.

Friday

My last day, well really my last morning. I was picked up at 8:30am and taken to the airport.  After a few tears with my housemate, I headed out.  I started remembering how I first felt on that drive in two weeks ago. I was scared out of my mind and now I was more comfortable than I had ever thought I would be.

I won’t bore you with how my flights and airport waiting were although I will add that this was the first time that the airline managed to lose my luggage, I guess that’s what I get for flying on Friday the 13th.

There is something to be said for taking on new adventures especially when you’re at a point in your life where you don’t think you are able too. The past 7 months  for me have been the most difficult that I have experienced in a long time.

I took a chance and flew to Costa Rica, not knowing anything or anyone and I managed to come  out of it a changed person. Not only did I make a difference in the lives of children but I just made some of the best friends that I know will be around for a long time. I highly recommend volunteering abroad, it was a trip of a lifetime.