Volunteer in Guatemala with Maximo Nivel - Best Rated Projects

If you're from a developed country, be prepared for a significant environmental culture shock. Guatemala, for instance, doesn't have clean water, and the pipes in its sewage system are very weak. You're not supposed to flush toilet paper there (you have to put it in a trash can instead), and as far as drinking water, unless you buy it pre-purified from a store or restaurant, you can't drink it at all without getting sick.

I was aware of this before arriving, however I wasn't aware of exactly how difficult it would be to make that kind of transition. I'm prescribed medications 3 times a day, which results in 2 things: One, I have to have water (or any beverage) to take them. Two, a side effect of one of them is dry mouth and excessive thirst. Those two things aren't a big issue for me in the United States because I have immediate access to liquids on any given notice, and it's easy for me to access cold fluids when the inevitable thirst in my dry mouth arrives.

In Guatemala, this wasn't the case; the night I arrived, after being driven an hour to Antigua from the Guatemala City airport after 8:00 PM, I didn't have any bottled liquids with me, and I couldn't find anything to drink in the home. My host was asleep or away (it was her father who let us in, and he didn't speak English) so I didn't know where the clean water supply was, and I wasn't sure how to ask. I couldn't just drink from the sink, so I had to scramble to figure out how to take my pills before going to bed.

Each day after, for the total of 14 days I was in Guatemala, one of my biggest concerns was staying hydrated (as one of my prescriptions, Lithium, can also dehydrate you quickly in the sun) and stocked with beverages I bought from the local tienda in my room so that the thirst caused by my medications, and the increased risk of dehydration, didn't pose a consistent threat.

It will likely seem pretty repetitive, which is a good thing for most. Depending on what schedule you're given by the office after orientation, the "average day" could vary in time but would otherwise look the same. I was given daily class times of 11-1, but my sister, who came with me, was given 9-11. She had to wake up early every morning to get to class on time, whereas I got to sleep in.

I would wake up at about 10 AM (which is still pretty early for me considering that when I'm at my apartment in North Carolina, I typically go to bed at like 2-3 in the morning and sleep in until noon the next day.) I would leave my house at about 10:30, take a tuk tuk to campus, sit through 2 hours of lessons. They were quite challenging, but that was a good thing as I wanted to advance my Spanish, and a consistent challenge was what it took.

After class was over, I'd usually meet up with my sister in the garden of the Maximo Nivel campus, and we would decide where we were going to eat for lunch. After lunch, we would walk around and either sight-see the town or go shopping in the various shops and by approaching the various street vendors.

On four separate days, we took excursions – to Yalu Farm on a Saturday, Monterrico Beach on a Sunday, Volcan Pacaya, and the Ixmche Mayan Ruins.

Long story short, an average day/week consists of waking up, eating breakfast, going to your class, eating lunch, and spending the rest of the day doing whatever you like. Some people take 6-hour classes, so they might not have as much free time. Weekends are open, so you can either take advantage of that by sleeping or exploring other places via tours. There are Salsa classes every Tuesday, cooking classes every Wednesday, and once a week, there is a photo walk around town.

My biggest fear was having a relapse or going through some kind of medical crisis while abroad. I receive intensive healthcare services in my county in the US; I see a doctor on average once a month (sometimes more often), and a therapist once a week. I'm connected with multiple providers and services in my city. I take six prescription medications three times a day, one of which requires regular lab work, and I am frequently admitted into the hospital for inpatient care.

Because of all these things, I was a little wary about being out of the country for so long – actually, it's the very reason why I searched for programs like Maximo Nivel to begin with, because originally I was supposed to go to Mexico for an entire month for a Study Abroad opportunity, but I knew in my heart that a month was way too long for me to be away from my treatment team. Rather than ditch the Study Abroad completely and refuse to go anywhere in July, I decided to look for programs that offered more flexible, shorter-term opportunities instead.

I signed up for two weeks in Guatemala with Maximo Nivel because I felt that it was a much safer plan for me than one month in Mexico, but even with the shorter trip, I was still secretly afraid. What if something happened while I was across the border? What if something went wrong with one of my meds? What if my Lithium level spiked too high or too low? What if I had an unexpected episode?

I suffer from Bipolar disorder, so I get unpredictable bouts of depression and mania. What if my brain decided to act up and send me into a dark spot in Guatemala? What if I became manic, or had a psychotic break? What if I became sick or unstable but couldn't get proper help for it because I didn't have my doctors because they were thousands of miles away? Without my traditional US health insurance and network of providers who knew my case and condition intimately from back to front and head to toe, by going abroad to Guatemala for 2 weeks, I was putting myself at risk of having to fight for myself in a vulnerable position utterly alone.

That didn't happen. Granted, there were times I struggled – I won't lie and say that the process was perfect or peachy clean. Some days were harder than others, and there were definitely moments where I felt myself slipping, where I had to try harder than usual to stay okay. But while there were moments that I felt symptoms creeping in, I found myself fighting them off in different ways. Whether I made myself go out and do something, or I kept myself distracted on Facebook or Youtube, or even if I had to crawl up in bed in my room and take a long nap... Having homework for my lessons helped, so sometimes forcing myself to pick up my textbook and recite words or sentences in Spanish for the next day was all it took to bite the beast and ride the wave.

Once the end of my second week started approaching, I realized that I had this; I was much stronger than I gave myself credit for, and the two weeks were going to go by just as smoothly and swiftly as I had dreamed and hoped they would.

Try it. If you can financially afford it, go for it and don't let anything get in your way. Of course, take into consideration your own personal limits and boundaries; don't let limits and boundaries stop you, but instead, if you have them, learn to balance the two things.

Allow yourself to go on adventures while maintaining personal stability. Find ways to explore the world while holding on to the things you need. In a world where people tend to view in extremes, it's okay to search for a middle ground. Not everyone who travels is able-bodied or healthy, just as not everyone who travels is rich. If you want to visit a specific country but can only do so for a day, then go for a day! Spend one night then come back to your home.

And if you're reading this, and you have doubts about whether or not you can safely or successfully go to another country, let me share one more fact about myself. I was once a patient in an institution, and was in that facility for two years. From 2012 to 2014, I was locked up, a ward of the state, too sick to do anything and consistently told that I would never have a normal life. For so long, I heard, even from professionals, that I would always be too unstable and too sick and too unwell.

At one point in my life, I was told that I would spend the rest of my life within the walls of the facility where I was being held. And yet, a few years later, not only have I been discharged, but I've gotten my own apartment, gone back to school, done an internship, been hired for temp work, published a book, and now I'm travelling the world! I still go in the hospital from time to time. I still have appointments every week and frequent blood tests and ER visits, but I didn't let that stop me from going to Ireland with my school last May for a week.

I didn't let it stop me from going to Guatemala for two weeks. Instead, I just experimented with the art of balancing two important needs in my life – the need to be healthy, and the need to be free – and so far, that balancing act doesn't seem to be so hard at all.

I feel proud of my team every time we happily adapt to last minute changes in order to make the participants experience be awesome and unforgettable.