{Home}

I was home. That's all I could think of when I stepped foot in Rocafuerte. We drove a little over an hour to this small, poor village on the outskirts of Esmeraldas and as soon as our bus arrived, children began to emerge from their homes and approach the open pavilion with two run down buildings—the community church.One of the little girls firmly grasped a slip of paper in her small hands. An invitation.They were expecting us. We spent the rest of the day there, teaching photography, doing crafts, playing games—just simply doing the gospel and every time I think about that day I get emotional. I miss it. I haven't even left the country yet but I already can't wait until that day where I'll see those faces again.Marissa