72 hours until the longest summer of my life is over.
72 hours until I am snuggled in quilts and flannel, protected from the freeze and snow.
72 hours until I am home to Kansas comforts and Mom and Dad.
72 hours until I am separated from my new family of 21 sisters and brothers.
I know I should not measure nor limit these last few moments in numbers but the urgency is overwhelming. This experience that has brought me more then I could ever have predicted is coming to a close, and what will the transition back mean?
The past few weeks I have been learning how much I love everyone here and how much I have changed. Cliche as it is, I have changed so much here. I am discovering new passions for the land and the soil I did not realize were so strong. I am discovering who I truly am and how I react to situations, what I want and what I feel I need.
Instead of rambling too much of my own personal journey, I need to express what Bocas del Toro is and words do not do the justice required. Instead, for my final post, a series of pictures: