I arrived in this beautiful country in the middle of the night. Unaware of my surroundings I didn’t make it to the house that is to be my home for the next few months, until around 4am. Waking up the next morning I found myself in a large room surrounded by sleeping bodies that did not yet have names attached to them. I took to the streets to try and orientate myself and what I found was a sleepy little street just back from the beach, smiling faces in every direction and a sense of happiness that this was to be home. Now these sleeping bodies have become family and the neighborhood kids skate in our backyard. The ice cream and bread trucks come past hourly, their sirens piercing the silent neighborhood, calling us out into the open and breaking down the barriers of the high walls and fences we so often entrap ourselves in.
