Fond Farewells
Thursday, June 30 - 9:00 PM. Two pathetic, lonely people quietly walked down Burgos Street, each pulling a small bag and carrying another. It was dark and quiet. We felt alone. I looked back to where we had come from and tears welled in my eyes. It was the end of a day we had anticipated with a mix of excitement and dread. We have lived in denial these last few weeks, thinking we could wish away the end. But everything was ready for the arrival of the new mission leaders. They arrived a little after noon, and we took some pictures, went for lunch and had a brief orientation. We felt for them, remembering our first day in the field; feeling like we were being flooded by a fire hose. Finally, we needed to rip off the bandaid and head upstairs to finish our packing. 2 hours later, we emerged, leaving behind this life we have lived for the last 3 years, and slowly walked down the street to the hotel. Missionaries live in a world of hellos and goodbyes. Friday, July 1 was a day o