At last, I’m back to work with the HOPE school teachers! It’s been two weeks, and it feels like forever. We had a great class of sensitivity and characterization, mostly different variations of the mirror exercises, and I could see the growth from the beginning of class to the end. These methods really do work. I have to keep reassuring myself that there is value in what I’m doing here.
Later that night, I got my things together for my trip to Tikal, and Quincho and Anghel picked me up to go to the bus-station, where we took a bus at 9pm. Now, this bus-stop was in a very dangerous part of the center of the city, so I was having feelings of fear and faithlessness. Someone earlier had expressed some concern that it was only Angel and I going, but I didn’t see anything wrong with it, since Anghel is like an older brother to me. I ignored the false guilt threatening to dampen my spirits, and tried to think positively. Honestly, though, my attitude was less than hopeful. My fears were only aggravated more when our bus broke down one hour into our trip, and we had to wait over an hour for another bus to come pick us up and continue the rest of the journey.
Our seats felt smaller in the second bus, but we got a partial refund on the tickets, and I was so tired that I slept through most of the trip well enough. Poor Anghel wasn’t so lucky, being the big man that he is.
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