I cried a fair amount yesterday, but I mostly blame that on the women of El Jocote. They kept tearing up when we went to their houses to say goodbye - so I did too. This morning, I started crying when I gave Martha a hug goodbye, and kept crying until we were a good ways out of town. I cried again when we saw Angela at the bus stop. I cried a couple times on the bus, thinking about hugging Nubia goodbye, and waving goodbye to Estel, who was too shy or sad to even say goodbye for real. I'll need to process a bit before I can write something about our experience for real, but for now, here are some views of our last visit to El Jocote:
ña Ines's mom shows off the garden one last time.
Just you wait - soon enough, I'll be really excited about seeing my family, meeting my nephew, and getting back to the most beautiful home I could ever have in WA. But for now, I'm still teary.