Around this time, one year ago, I left my life in Belgium and took a plane to Cusco, looking for new experiences. At that time, I didn’t really know what to expect, and I was filled with both excitement and fear. Looking back now, all I can think of is what a great journey I had, how much happiness was shared and how grateful I am to have lived those 5 months in this little town called Ollantaytambo.
Working with the children was very rewarding, but at times, challenging. Through these little kids, I learned so much. Miguel Angel taught me the importance of patience when you want things to get better. Benjamin surprised me with his incredible progress and will to learn. Nelson reminded me the happiness of playing and laughing together. Delia amazed me with her caring nature, looking out for others in every possible way she could. Tiago and Leonel made me realise how many things I take for granted, but they have to fight for. Pocho and Luis Alberto made me admire their will and motivation to learn.
But of course, the volunteering experience would not have been the same without the amazing family I had while staying there. I met and lived with people from all around the world, having different personalities, speaking different languages and coming from different cultures, but they shared one thing: hearts filled with care and love for others. All of them came with the best intentions, and made my experience better in every way. I also very thankful for the local peruvians that were curious, talkative and incredibly kind to us: they made the busrides so much more enjoying. 😉
To this beautiful country and the little town of Ollanta that made me feel like home, I will always be gratefull. I hope that one day, we will meet again!