The two kids that actually let me take a flick. Everyone is so sweet and happy here but extremely shy when it comes to foreigners. It’s so odd for the little ones, to see someone different from them and better yet, speak a different language. They all stared at me but when it came down to taking a pic or giving a hug, they would all run away giggling with cute little smiles of excitement on their face. Eventually they warm up to you and it’s nice to be able to be the object and proof that this world is huge and there are different cultures, languages, foods, physical features etc. I got so many stares from everyone and it could feel uncomfortable but I understand that, they’ve never seen a girl (in person) with dreads, or tatttoos, and piercings on her face, that spoke a different language, that has a lighter complexion, and maybe a little taller than the usual person around them. Yet I still have their blood, I’m still part of the culture. The experience isn’t only new to them but also new to me, whereas I do live in a completely different world than they do. We have so many differences yet so many similarities in this life and it’s so beautiful to recognize the contrast, the yin and the yang. Don’t be scared to visit the places where your roots are instilled. Peoples opinions can always take an effect on how you approach a place but we should all only take advice from people who’ve experienced the damn thing. Word of mouth travels fast, and words get skewed fast. Go experience, go learn and go teach.