After the emotional cost of Clinic Day 5, I took a cat nap before dinner, looking forward to plans of an evening out with our host family. We loaded up in two vehicles with Mali, Jenny, and the crew to head up to Cristo Blanco; affectionately and literally translated to "White Jesus" by the Unemployed…

The anticipated fifth and final day of clinics had given me some anxiety as it was wholly outside the realm of predictability. We were scheduled to visit a school/shelter/orphanage – I never really understood what it was – for children with histories of disability or abuse. I was entirely unsure what physical therapy needs would…

Members of "The Unemployed House" – Abrill, Heather, Lauren, and I – let out various cries of concern from the back row of the bus, anticipating our potential demise. Our seats were cantilevered over a steep ditch ready to swallow the back axle, the driver maneuvering a six-point turn on the mountainside. We were an…