Thirteen Days to Mexico

I’ve been back in Grinnell for nearly two weeks now, and I’m understanding more and more (in a hundred brilliant, different, new ways) how this place is basically one of my vital organs. But it’s weird because I’m about to leave. I’m just getting into the foothold of this place again—into the swing of lunch-with-Sarah and napping-with-March and (now) spending wonderful hours with the Loosehead staff—but on Friday, I’m out of this town. On the the tenth of September I’ll be on a plane toLa Paz. I feel a little uprooted and a lot unready.