We arrived at the airport to a host of people welcoming us from La Acequia. They had all journied from the town on a school bus. All were filled with smiles and hugs, even to us who they did not know. I found myself getting a bit teary eyed as I watched our new friends greet each other, so happy to see their faces again.
The bus was an old american school bus and we all packed in and started our bumpy journey to La Acequia.
A small sign which read, Detour La Acequia, was the only clue that there was even a town
tucked away off of the main road.
The road, dusty, unkept, and bumpy was lined with burned trees and we quickly learned that someone burnt down the jungle forest for revenge.
Detour? Barren, burnt lands? It seemed to me we were headed for a place no one knew or cared about….
