i want to go back

Today, I want to go back to Ecuador. I want to taste the chicken and rice and buy a coke for $.20. I want to dance and sing and hear the uproar of the people as we perform. I want to ride on the bus with my friends and uncomfortably fall asleep or listen to music or chat about life. I want to feel that friendship and love and respect we had for one another. I want to fill my heart with those children and the elderly we came in contact with. I want to feel the crisp air as I flew across a canyon with Annie. I want to laugh at Chiara as she was so distraught at the parade in the middle of the night. I want to have deep conversation with Julee and chat about anything and everything with Jessica and have sword fights with Nino. I want to hold your hand and feel your arms around me and just be... gone again.