I feel pretty terrible that I have not updated my blog since the 18th of November. I’ve been trying to think of a really great excuse, but I am not sure I have one! There was a period of time where I felt like I did not have much to say, that working at INNFA was becoming routine, but looking back, I realize that is far from the truth. Each of my days working at INNFA was completely different and beautiful in its own way. There were definitely days when more patients came than others, but each day was different nonetheless. I built some very special relationships with the psychologist, with the women that work at the centers, with the patients and their parents, and with the kids that came to the after school program.
My patients and my treatment skills definitely were tested on a couple of occasions when the psychologist decided attend meetings in a different town, leaving me to attend to the patients, and assuring me that I was qualified. The first time this happened, I was so nervous I vomited in the morning after breakfast, and did not go to work (hahaa). The second and third time, I did not have any sort of warning, which left no time for me to be nervous or sick. So, what did I do? I attended the patients, and I did well! :o) Of course it was a little awkward during the few cases that the parents do not speak at all, but I am pretty proud of the way that I handled the situation.
Although it was hard to say goodbye to everyone at INNFA, it was most difficult to say goodbye to the kids. I became pretty close to some of them in a short period of time, and I know it was difficult for them to understand why I had to leave, and why I could not just come back after Christmas. I do wish that I could be here to see them grow and become amazing people – they will definitely keep a special place in my heart.

During my last weeks in Otavalo, I became very close with my family. I talked to my mother every night over dinner, about anything, just like I do with my real mother. I picked on my little brother and he frequently burst into the room while I was working on my monografia to attack me with little balls made of gelatin-ish stuff. I spent the weekends hanging out with my sister and my cousins. Unfortunately, I was not able to see my dad much, but I still feel like our relationship grew during my last weeks. It was really difficult to pack up my bag with my sister, brother, and mom in the room looking at me with puppy eyes and telling me not to leave. But I had a really great last evening in Otavalo, and will not have to say my real goodbyes until Friday, when I take my mom there to see where I have lived and to meet my family!
I came back to Quito from Otavalo one week ago. I finished my monografia within the first couple of days, and I presented it on Thursday. I am really happy with the way that everything turned out and feel like I have gained a very valuable and unique experience. My relationship with Mary has been great since I´ve been back, which undoubtedly will make it even more difficult to leave. Unfortunately, the food has not improved…haha. It has been great to spend one last week with all of the wonderful people from CIMAS. These past couple of days I have said goodbye to some amazing people that have entered my life through this experience. Luckily, I will see many of them in Minneapolis…but there are many that I may not see for a very long time. I am thankful for each and every one of the people that were here with me – each for very different reasons, and although I am not equally close to everyone, I appreciate each one and know that I am blessed to have met them. The relationships that I have made here have definitely made this experience what it was.
As I am sitting here, I am thinking about how I was feeling 3 and half months ago when I was on the plane to Ecuador. I was excited and terrified at the same time. I was lonely and afraid that I would not make friends, but confident that this experience would change my life. There is no doubt that this experience has influenced me and changed my perspective on life in many ways, some of which I can recognize, and some of which I may not realize until I am home and have time to process everything that I have lived here. There is so much that I want to take home with me, so much that I do not want to forget. I want to take home the affection that I have learned to live here (beware of hugs!). I want to take home my new perspective on family…family as people that live for each other. I want to remember how I have learned that in so many situations that stress is not necessary, that sometimes we have to wait, and that sometimes things do not go at all how we had hoped, but that no matter what, everything turns out okay…or maybe even better than anticipated. I want to remember that relaxation is necessary. And this is only the beginning of the list of things that I have learned and will carry with me…
T-3 hours until Adventures with Teena and Jessica in Ecuador begins! :o) The following week will bring hiking, waterfalls, good food, shopping, catching up…and for me, translating! :o)
This is Jessica Schetter, signing off from Quito, Ecuador.
Abrazos!
