In two days, I will be hopping onto a plane to Cochabamba. I’m feeling a mix of excitement and terror for this experience. Excitement to be in something completely new. Terror that, in fact, it is something completely new (ish). I am trying to go in without expectations, but quite frankly there are a few expectations I cannot discard. I expect it to be overwhelming, awkward, and stiff for at least the first 10 days of me being there with both my host family and my project. I expect that my project will scare the living daylights out of me in the beginning, as I am still learning how to work with children, and patience is a virtue I am still developing. I believe that my role as an outsider/volunteer/Loewenstern fellow is to come in with an open mind and set myself to work where I am shown to be needed, not on extraneous projects I believe will benefit the community. I believe it will take quire a lot of listening, compassion, and selfless-ness to make the greatest impact and get the most out of my experience.