Hard to believe that it's already  my last dat at Familias! I think I may have avoided writing this week to ignore this reality. Just like most endings, I feel bittersweet about it. For most of the week, I've been telling myself that I was sad, and for a whileI was, but then I felt like I was ready to go home. Now, I'm getting sad again, the sort of nostalgic feeling I get anytime something good is coming to an end, so I guess that's a sign that I really enjoyed my time here. Sometimes I wasn't sure if I did or not, but this sentiment is reassuring. Although I will miss Familias de Esperanza and my job, I think I will miss the other aspects of Guatemala much more. My job itself was never the highlight, but rather the people I interacted with while doing my job. And so, in no particular order,  some of the things I will miss about Guatemala:

Today in the park, Lamarr and I were sitting on a bench people watching, perro [dog] watching for me, when a young girl come up trying to sell bracelets. When I said "No, gracias", I expected her to go away like most of the vendors do. Yet, she just stood there next to me and I could see her staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail that had become a bit unkempt during the day, she wore the traditional blouse with intricate flowering, yet you could see that the shirt had been worn thin and had much use, and her arms were covered in some sort of bumps or rash that did not look at all comfortable. She had sad eyes--maybe she was giving me a pitiful look on purpose. If so, it worked.