Driving to Baños, Ecuador involved driving through the Andes Mountains, a circuitous and often anxiety- and altitude sickness-provoking trip. I kept my anxiety levels at a manageable level by looking out of the window and taking in the beautiful and awe-inspiring landscape of Ecuador: the rolling hills, the babbling brooks, the small communities, and the impressive blue sky. Many things caught my extranjera attention, including—though certainly not limited to—the alcalde election advertisements painted on the sides of buildings, the seeming affinity for volleyball, the stray dogs, the livestock tethered to posts mere inches from the highways, and the scores of restaurants and bars attempting to offer respite to travel-weary drivers. Apparently, there is a lot of cultural information to be gained by staring out of a window while fighting the headaches and nausea that can come from being so high above sea level.

These quickly-passing images made the time go by more rapidly but often left little impact in my brain other than to note that it was different from what I am used to in the United States. However, one sign in particular jarred me out of my highway hypnosis and provoked a profound and enlightening metaphor that would become an important lens through which I examined not only my trip to Ecuador, but my entire education thus far in the Latino Mental Health Program and my role as a non-native bilingual therapist. One bridge, which did not seem any more or less precarious than the others we had crossed on this lengthy road trip, was called Puente Salsipuedes, a bridge of medium length that connected two mountains across a deep valley, punctuated by a mountain stream. At first, I figured it was named after a person, but when I broke down the word into smaller pieces, my heart skipped a beat realizing we were in the middle of “Bridge Leave If You Can.” This did not inspire much confidence in the heavy bus’s ability to traverse this apparently unstable bridge or to meet whatever foes might lurk on the other side. Gratefully, we crossed the bridge safely and did not meet any untoward creatures or dangers on the road that continued. Why, then, did this little sign—clearly meant as a joke—incite such an intense response in me?

Una de las cosas que me parece increíble de Ecuador es como las personas aun mantienen y sobre todo respetan costumbres y tradiciones de sus antepasados. La comida, celebraciones y vestimenta en muchos lugares aún se preserva con orgullo y tener la oportunidad de compartir esto con mi familia en Ecuador me parece realmente maravilloso.

Hola from Ecuador! My time in Ecuador has been an amazing experience. The people that I have met while here are so nice and so welcoming it makes it hard to think about leaving them. While working at Maternidad and Foundation the people are so welcoming and you can see that they want to teach you everything they can but they also want feedback and to learn from you. Seeing how passionate they are about the work they do here reignited my passion for becoming a therapist. I think that it is very easy to forget why we chose to do what we are in training to do and I also think it is very easy to burnout so to see these professionals who have worked in these fields for years still so passionate about what they do was great. Not only have the professionals been amazing but the host families have been as well. My host family immediately took me in as another daughter and sister. I have never felt so at home while being so far from home. It will be very hard to say good-bye to my family at the airport but I know I have made a connection with Ecuador that will never leave me.

Each time I embark on a new immersion adventure I am always the most nervous about potential language barriers. I obsess about my language capabilities and worry if I will be understood by locals. Fortunately, the language of compassion is something that is easily translated and understood... even in the Amazon!

Un poco de cultura para los amantes de la historia, ayer fue un dia muy emocionante cuando paseabamos por la ciudad capitalina de Costa Rica, San jose. Entre tantas maravillas, visitamos el museo nacional que se encuentra en el downtown de San Jose, un lugar muy agradable y peculiar por su historia. El museo fue fundado en 1887 durante el gobierno del presidente Bernardo Soto con el fin de estudiar productos naturales y artisticos, desde entonces ah sido parte de la herencia cultural costarisence. PURA VIDA.

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The second week in Costa Rica has come to an end. This past weekend we went to Manuel Antonio National Park. We spent Saturday laying out at the beach, eating civiche, and relaxing. At one point a bunch of men began running to one side of the beach and were then followed by a truck. Of course we had to get in on the chismes, so we asked nearby onlookers what was happening. One lady told us that a parasailing cord broke and that a couple had flown toward the land before falling. No ne was certain what happened to the parasailors, but it was then that we decided not o do any water sports. It began to pour shortly after the incident, so we went to eat lunch. The rain did not stop until around nine at night. Although it rained, we had a good time shopping around and even squeezing in a small siesta.