As the plane pulled away from the gate, tears started to stream down my face. It felt as though my heart was being ripped in multiple pieces and was left scattered throughout Cartago, Costa Rica. To tell you how meaningful and extraordinary my experience was I would need to write a novel. To fully understand the heartbreak, every individual must experience a CCS program for oneself.
After a sleepless night I was worried I was gonna be completely useless at my placement Step-Up Centre, a pre-primary school.
Fortunately, kids have a way of re-energizing you, and before I left I had promised to give them my best no matter how tired I would be due to jet-lag, so I sucked it up, and powered forward.
by Jessica Couture
When I signed up with Cross Cultural Solutions I was afraid. Not of the program but rather of growing up. Volunteering for four weeks in Morocco was my way of avoiding the “real world”. I was a college senior who had spent the past 3.5 years working towards a degree in a field I suddenly didn’t care about.
by Patricia Gott
Africa greeted me on a balmy 70-degree evening around 9 pm in November. Cross-Cultural Solutions had sent a driver, Simon, to pick me up and drive me to the Home-base. He spoke passable English and it was from him that I learned much about Tanzania and its people in the coming weeks.