(Note:This blog was written in May of 2015.)
Well, I’m now wrapping up 3 weeks of volunteering in what could quite possibly be the most beautiful place on earth. The emotions I am feeling are indescribable but I will do my best.
Though one of my dreams was to go on a volunteer mission in Central America, I honestly never thought it would happen or how I would even make it happen. But it did, and I figured it out.
When I got down here (Costa Rica) I was scared, anxious, nervous, somewhat annoyed by many things and often felt like I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. Yup, the first week was challenging. It wasn’t all bad, there was some good, but it was all very overwhelming.
I couldn’t speak one word of the language (Spanish) and struggled constantly to communicate with my host family.
By week 2, I was settling in nicely. Making some friends (two other volunteers), getting comfy in my host house with the family here, appreciating my room and, yes, even the rooster that was right outside my window. (I spared him his life and he did not become dinner)
I had embarked on a few adventures and completely stepped out of my comfort zone many times. Yes, by week 2, things were falling into place. I was slowly falling in love with this place.
By week 3, I started really paying attention to the things around me. How simple life is here, how poor my host family was (and many others here) and how I actually was a blessing to them. I bought food for the house many times, even though my room and board was already paid in full, (which included 3 meals) and bought a coffee maker for the house when theirs broke down in the middle of week 2.
The first time I bought food I was annoyed. I’ll be totally honest here. I kept thinking “Why the hell should I be buying food when I already paid for 3 meals a day?? This is ridiculous!!” Yes. I thought that.
I complained to the coordinator of the volunteer mission in the US. “Where is my money going and why do I have to pay to eat properly? What’s going on?” Ya, I was pissed.
It wasn’t until week 3 that something became crystal clear.
Crystal clear that the money they actually received from me didn’t go very far. I had no idea. What I did have an idea of was the fact that they had no money and I had some. A little, but definitely more than them. That’s all that mattered and that’s all that should have mattered. Period. I finally got it.
And then this happened
One nite me and my host mom sat at the kitchen table talking. She told me how she prayed to God to send an Angel of Abundance and He brought me to them. I cried. And cried. And cried. And I was so ashamed of myself for all the horrible thoughts I previously had about “having to buy food”.
Shame on me indeed. I was an Angel of Abundance and I had no clue.
I’ve struggled financially most of my life (and all you Law Of Attraction people can just settle down for one minute) and I’ve always worried about money. 3 weeks in Costa Rica has shown me that I’m rich, fortunate and blessed with everything I have in my life which, I’ve always thought, isn’t very much at all. Was I wrong.
Eyes wide open.
What an eye opener. This whole experience has given me more lessons than I bargained for. I had no clue that my whole life, and the way I viewed life, would change after 3 weeks. This very simple, easy and somewhat poor life in Atenas, Costa Rica isn’t so bad after all.
In fact, it’s pretty freakin’ awesome. People are happy, loving and kind. And beautiful. So beautiful.
I will return. I will definitely return. Next time I will stay longer. And I will give and share as freely and generously as God will allow me to. From the heart, expecting nothing in return.
Except maybe some mangoes or coconuts. If they give me fruit I’ll be happy! :)
Please, give from the heart, do not ask questions and expect nothing in return. You quite possibly could be someone’s Angel Of Abundance.
Side note: I never did return to Costa Rica to volunteer. I found my home in Guatemala. ❤
Peace and Love!
xo iva xo