July 17th, 2012 by Sherry

It’s been a little over a week since I’ve returned home from Nicaragua.
I thought by now I’d have a handful of blog posts and some serious G+ activity. The truth is, when I was in Nica, I thought a lot about the brilliant homages that I would be able to weave when I got home. The incredible tales that I could tell here. The fantastic magic that I could wave.
Since I got home, I haven’t been able to do any of it.
I could blame it on the reassimilation process and the fact that it hit me much harder than I’d ever anticipated. I could whine about how I’ve been nothing but sick this past week and can’t control the nausea, vomiting, diarrhea (come on, have you ever known me not to talk about poop?) and unrelenting fatigue.
I could simply say that I haven’t wanted to. If I said this, I’d be lying. I have wanted to.
I’m just not sure I know how.
It would make sense to start from the beginning. To tell the tale of the Toronto sky as I waited for my plane.

To move on from there and describe all my feelings and emotions and trepidations about taking this trip. This leap of faith. Show you what my journal looks like from the first flight.

Of course that would make sense. I also feel that would be ‘rehearsed’.
The truth is, this trip, this leap of faith was something that I will never, EVER, forget and never be able to sum up in a series of events blog post. And that’s okay. The last thing that I want to do is rush through these incredibly precious memories.
So, if you will indulge me, I would like to piece it together slowly and carefully. As I look through the numerous images of the memories that returned with me, I’ll share a little or maybe everything that I’m feeling in my heart and take you with me as I return. If only in my mind.