A recap: (itulation)

In October of 2008, I had the opportunity to spend a little over 5 weeks in Nicaragua working at two different orphanages. The first one I visited is located in the capital city of Managua, and the other one located about 4 hours into the mountains called Jinotega.
When I had originally arrived in Managua and learned that I would be traveling into the mountains, I was told that there were already two interns present; one from Germany and the other from the Netherlands. Naturally, being new to the country and having limited spanish background in the states, my mind was in a wired frenzy. I also learned beforehand that both of the interns fluently spoke four languages. Four. Fantastic! I have far from mastered one.
The four hour trip was more than enough time to conjure up in my head visions of these multi-lingual interns. I kept thinking to myself "trench coats, they will be wearing trench coats and carrying automated weapons." It sounds extreme, I know, but panic and uncertainty can do abnormal things to the brain.
When we arrived, I found that my perception and preconcived notions could not have been more utterly incorrect. Jannes, the intern from the Netherlands who is full of joy and excitement and life, though at first terrified me beyond beliefe came to become one of my dearest friends during our stay; and even to this day. Christine, from Germany, has such a heart above all else for Christ, and through that for the kids in Nicaragua that it is a humbling experience to just sit and observe.
When our time to part ways inevitably came, the idea to someday visit one another was tossed about loosely. We masterminded all types of plans; building canoes with sturdy Nicawood with children's sheets as a mast. Jumping in someones suitcase in the hopes that they would be traveling to a nearby continent. Swimming.
On my end at least, I did not expect that day to come so soon. Now I sit here, on this thursday evening, on the 6th of may 2010 merely 3 days away from a greatly anticipated reuinion with two inerns who, in fact, did not wear trench coats nor carry automated weapons; but rather showed love to more than one brown boy in Nicaragua.