Returning to the capital after a month of living in Peralvillo was no doubt difficult, and for anyone who knows me, I despise goodbyes/”see you laters”. Or as I have been called here a llorona, or someone who cries a lot. I explain that when it comes to goodbyes and animals, I will gladly embrace this title. So, needless to say, I cried for about 30 minutes of the 2 hour bus ride back to the capital. However, I had something to look forward to: spending time with a certain someone (ooo chisme chisme/gossip gossip) and the other (bigger) reason, I would FINALLY find out where I would be spending my next two years in country.
The weekend was spent reuniting, laughing, dancing (always dancing), sharing stories and experiences with the Youth squad. Finally, Monday came and it was time for us to receive our sites. Practically none of us slept in anticipation… I remember waiting to hear my name be called. They split the 15 of us between 3 regions to ensure that we were clustered nicely and had someone within a couple hours or so to depend on. Some of us were put in more urban sites while others, like myself, are in more rural sites.
While I cannot disclose my exact location, for security purposes, I can tell you that I live in a small campo or village in the province of Dajabon at the base of the mountains. When I initially heard this, I was a tad nervous. Dajabon is far from the capital and while I was thankful that I had amazing fellow volunteers close by, I have to say, the anxiety definitely set in. But, onward to the next adventure!