In 2015, in the midst of the media coverage about the flood of Central American immigrants seeking refuge in the United State, I googled my former Peace Corps site to see if I could find any news of the pueblo.
Cofradía is a calm and quiet place; not much goes on outside of school and the work one does there. The tranquility is great after a long day, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes one desires to let off some steam in a bigger, busier city. Additionally, Cofradía is, in my opinion, more homogenous than the big cities I’m used to back in the states.
After months and months of talking about this trip, it was finally here. It was really happening, and I couldn’t have been more excited. Teaching middle school in the states is great and all, but I’ll be the first to admit that I was craving the affection from the little ones in my new class.