Wow.
I was completely unprepared. $200 in Nicaragua buys you a room with peeling paint on the walls, a mattress on a box spring and not much else. I broke down last night after Charles and Mario left. I couldn’t help but compare it to home. And by our standards, this house is not nice. We have no oven, washer, dryer, air conditioning or hot water.
My break down consisted of sobbing while Frank held me. I couldn’t say anything but, “It’s just so hot!” It was like I could handle all of it but the heat. While Frank held me, doing an amazing job of comforting me, I realized that he is my home. Where he goes, I go and together we can do this. I’m so grateful to have my best friend with me.