Interning in Iquitos, Peru. My first stepping stone.
Leaving the country for the first time is like getting a tattoo.
You get this vibrant piece of art that means something special for you planted on your body permanently. It has its negative connotations but on a good note it’s turned into a short but heartwarming explanation when you return home.
My first time out of the country I was on a medical internship in Iquitos, Peru. It was a roller coaster of culture shocks and a wonderful introduction to the world of Medicine and Public Health. It was a dream, both my loves in one. I was taught “sueturing” and simultaneously the best place to try the greatest foods.
The medical team of physicians, surgeons, and nurses, the mothers and their children in the pediatric ward, the people from the local village, the local restaurants and vendors who were always open to bargain and take a picture, were all people I will never forget.
I made connections that won’t erase away even if I tried, and I’m gratefully forever changed. The mark has been made and now I can’t help but want to get more.
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