So I’m finally nearing the end of my first week here at Caño Palma station, and truthfully, I have never been this doubtful in my entire life.
You know you’re not in a good place when you’re counting down the days just to see them go by.
People always say, “Don’t have high standards and you won’t get screwed over.” For me, I was just unaware of what exactly I had to put a standard on.
I came into this trip thinking basically. Like how I started my last post, I really believed I was just here to save turtles.
As the days passed by this week, I was demonstrated as well as participated in the intricate, rigorous workings that the staff here have to do constantly, everyday, non-stop.
My emotions have never been so roller-coasterish, to say frankly. Some moments I am happy and believe I can make it and it’s really not that bad; but other times, like now as I write this post, my confidence is low and my heart yearns for home which I already miss dearly.
A lot of things are easier said than done; and this internship is definitely one of them.
But thankfully ( and I truly mean thankfully) I think I can do this until the end. I think I can clean this until the end of the three month mark.
Last night, I went out in my third night patrol with two other interns, and I have to say they really brought me up again.
Some places leave a mark in your mind because of the place itself; others are unforgettable because of the people you experience things with while there.
I think this place is one of those places.
In desperate times, all we have is hope; and as long as it’s strong enough, it’s the best you can hold on to.
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