This country makes me thirsty. The humidity is quite the contrast to the arid desert climate that I’ve grown accustomed to.  I lick my dry lips and take a gulp of water, and yet my need remains unquenched.

This thirst I can’t seem to satisfy isn’t one that my body demands, but rather one that my soul is provoking.  I have, just like the others, fallen in love with this country and these people and I have been trying to wrap my mind around the lifestyle here.

The people of El Salvador are resilient and wise like the trees that extend their branches to the sky and to God, growing and adapting through the passing of time. The roots dig deeply into the ground of this land and are humble—yet robust—and have withstood the most hammering conditions.

I need to figure out how I can help, and until I find my path I will remain thirsty.