FarewellIt was really weird to pack everything up and move out. I think we were all secretly counting down the days till we could get out and return to civilization. We were just a group of young people helplessly far away from home. I think we all felt our own bit of desperation more than a few times during the summer. Then we had the final big dinner with all of the village people. All of the ladies of town brougth over their best dishes and we prepared some of our famous tortillas, bread, hot cocoa, and bug juice. I think that was the best meal I have ever eaten.Pulling OutBut then there was the final day. The Amigos people came from Hermosillo with the Suburban. We piled in and waved goodbye. It seemed like the whole village had assembled to see us off. I couldn't help but shed a couple tears as the vehicle rolled. This was it. I had been afforded a special glimpse of this different lifestyle, but it was over. I would probably never return to this place. And if I did return, it would never be the same. I don't know if La Quema will become too modern too quickly, but it will change. I may never know.Back in HermosilloSome of us had allowed a couple days in our schedules to see a little more of Mexico before moving on. Miguel was headed off to Guadalajara by bus. Most of us got together for a day at the nearby beach, Bahia Kino. I wish I had had more time to explore Hermosillo. La Quema was foreign to me, but this town was none too familiar either. The American Walmart and movie theater were moving in though. MacDonalds and other "luxuries" were available in the suburb areas. The downtown was still the classic town square with a church, post office, street vendors, etc. Actually, I think that one street vendor is what made me sick (after all the trouble-free time in La Quema).ConclusionEven now, I don't know what to think about the whole experience. A few idealists getting together to try to do something different. It is a wonder that we didn't kill each other. Our efforts were definitely not in vain, but sometimes I don't even know what our intentions were. In an effort to sum it all up, I wrote a short essay to the fine people that provided part of the funding for my adventure. It's called "Don't Drink the Water". At any rate, if you have even the smallest desire to try it, I highly recommend a similar volunteer experience in Mexico or any other country. Until next time, Aaron |