Language Poses No Barriers

hand prints on walls, Cross-Cultural Solutions, Cartago Cost Rica
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.

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"Tee-cha" "Tee-cha"

volunteer abroad in Tanzania teaching
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.

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They gave me ME.

Volunteering in Morcooo for four weeks
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.

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If you're a specialty group looking to organize an international group volunteer program, you've come to the right place!

Medical Internship - A Life-Changing Experience

At age 20 I flew to Accra, Ghana with the hopes of completing my undergraduate internship requirements. My young, naive self had no idea what was really in store for me. I volunteered at a rural hospital and learned how to do blood tests for Malaria, Yellow Fever, and HIV. As I dreamed of becoming an American Medical Doctor, this was an exciting learning opportunity. Still, I was unaware of how much I was truly learning.

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VOLUNTEER to EMPOWER

by Patricia Gott

Volunteer Abroad in Africa to Empower WomenTanzania 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 English, and it was from him that I learned much about Tanzania and its people in the coming weeks.

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Running . . . Tanzania

When I was in 9th grade, I wrote a short story entitled “Running.” In the story, I unknowingly set wheels in motion that I am only now even beginning to understand. In the story, the narrator is on a bus in Uganda. She notices a small girl running alongside the road and is immediately intrigued. Why was the little girl running? I still see this little girl vividly in my mind, and she represents a crucial part of my life.

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Extraordinary Guatemala


I awakened with my head pressed firmly against the airplane window with a stale sandwich wrapped in plastic on my lap. I had slept the entire 5-hour red-eye flight from LA to Guatemala City. I opened my eyes to the early morning sun peeking over the mountaintops. Wait, I could not believe it, those were not mountains they were volcanoes.

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