Tonight I feel once again like I cannot leave. Not this place. Not these people.
Not the little kids who dance without embarrassment in the middle of a group of cheering adults.
Not the way we turn off all the lights when we sing Happy Birthday, first the slow English version and then the faster one in Spanish.
Not the big, chaotic family gathering in which you never remember everyone's names or relations to each other.
Not the kindly old grandfathers.
Not the camera stealing little boys.
Not the baby-eating friends,
Who surely has better pictures from a better camera than I have. (Although this is kinda cool-looking, right?)
No. Definitely NOT in three little weeks.
Not the little kids who dance without embarrassment in the middle of a group of cheering adults.
Not the way we turn off all the lights when we sing Happy Birthday, first the slow English version and then the faster one in Spanish.
Not the big, chaotic family gathering in which you never remember everyone's names or relations to each other.
Not the kindly old grandfathers.
Not the camera stealing little boys.
Not the baby-eating friends,
Who surely has better pictures from a better camera than I have. (Although this is kinda cool-looking, right?)
No. Definitely NOT in three little weeks.
Great post. I was missing Peru all night... and you said it perfectly. It's hard to say goodbye to so many good people. I still love them and miss them tons. Can't believe it's been 8 months.... :) Praying for you Dani. Those last three weeks will fly. Eat up every moment, cause you'll always want them back.
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