During this time, there was a high rate of kidnapping for ransom, with many being American. This induction did not make me fearful of what was forthcoming, but excited to see a more real side of the city and country. Following this experience, we visited my grandmother’s ancestral town in another state. On the drive, we passed such extravagant houses; however, as we drove up the dirt road, I saw a house made out of sun-dried bricks and sticks with a hay roof – the original house my grandmother grew up in and where my great-uncle still resides. There were no bathrooms, lights, or doors, and I learned that the country allows people like my uncle to live there for free so long as he continues to care for the land. This was my first exposure to such poverty, but it did not limit the wonderful time I had, nor the connections forged despite the language barrier. Despite being away from my family in a country I hardly knew the language of, I had an unforgettable time that profoundly impacted my motivations and