As I walked down the cobblestone streets of the beautiful city of San Andres Itzapa, Guatemala, I was welcomed by the unfamiliar sight of stray dogs roaming through the streets, a mass amount of trash lying in the river, and children running about without any shoes. I heard the sound of roosters crowing, the horns from tuc tucs passing by, and the native Spanish speakers. I felt overwhelmed because Guatemala had put me in a situation outside of my comfort zone. I was culture shocked. I had little idea of what was in store for me that week. Shocked after the evening's walk, my eyes were opened to the realness of my mission. I was not here to only help the Guatemalan people; however, I was here to immerse myself in their culture and to rediscover who I was as a person.…show more content… I knew that if I wanted to truly immerse myself in the culture, I needed to see the city more. That morning, I decided to go on an early morning walk with one of the interpreters, Maynor, and other travelers on the trip. As we hiked the nearby mountain, I was in awe at the breathtaking sight of the city below. I saw a city filled with people who are grateful for what they have. A city of friendliness and kindness. A city filled with joy. It was during these typical morning walks every day that I took the time to reflect on my significance in