I've been spending the last few days here in the capitol, Managua, assisting in the training of the new group of health volunteers. It’s strange to see these new bright eyed trainees, eager, not yet jaded, full of questions and excitement. I remember those days when everything seemed so exotic and new. During training a friend and I would walk to this one gully at day break, or sun down to watch the monkeys there scramble in the mango trees, babies on back. This year, as mango and avocado season approaches, I find myself complaining about 50cent avocados, and 20 cent bags of green mangos. Those which once seemed new, shocking, or absurd have normalized, and I constantly have to remind myself that dollar watermelons, world class beaches, amazingly warm and open people, don't exist the world over, and I can't take any of the short time I have left here for granted.