Senegal 2023 Dispensary
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Once again, a project in Sanghé, once again a diary that transports us, in an instant, to Senegal, once again a read that draws us into the adventure of African life, once again words filled with emotion and sensitivity that addictively immerse us in the fascinating river of life. Once again, these intense days, following in Sister Hortensia's brilliant wake, this time monitoring the progress of the garden started four months ago and supporting the healthcare system established in the village.
Thursday, March 9, 2023
Barcelona - Sanghé - Senegal
Once again on the plane, enjoying the views from time to time when the thick clouds clear. This time the captain, very kind, keeps us informed at all times: we’re flying at an altitude of about 12,000 meters, at 800 km/h, and the outside temperature is -62ºC. We are now flying over the Sahara, after passing over Granada, Málaga, the Strait of Gibraltar, and enjoying splendid views of the snow-dusted Atlas Mountains. We’ll continue flying over Africa until we reach Dakar airport at around 7:00 PM local time, one hour earlier than mainland Spain.
This time I’m accompanied by Enri, a retired nurse and doctor, and a passionate lover of Africa who didn’t hesitate for a moment to join this new health project, bringing her extensive experience working in hospitals in Chad, Kenya, Ghana, Rwanda, Ivory Coast, and India. The five-hour journey flies by as we excitedly plan the sixteen days ahead, full of activities, adventures, and immense satisfaction. These five hours separate us from the last stressful days of preparations, personal tasks, and the presentation of new projects—and prepare us to immerse ourselves in the African rhythm. These five hours disconnect us from life in Barcelona and immerse us in life in Sanghé.
Friday, March 10, 2023
The first fruits of the garden are ready
Yesterday, the plane arrived with only a 10-minute delay despite strong headwinds. According to the captain, the temperature was 37ºC. Ybraim was supposed to pick us up, but as the minutes passed, he didn’t show up. We didn’t have his phone number, and Sister Hortensia wasn’t answering, so our concern grew. Just as we were starting to think about a plan B, after an hour of waiting, he finally appeared. He took us to the volunteer house where Anik, a retired French woman who has been visiting every year for the past 20 years, was waiting for us, along with a delicious Spanish omelet for dinner.
The sun rises around 7:00 AM, and we go up to the rooftop to watch our first sunrise—beautiful, as always. We also look at the garden we started during the November project—how wonderful to see how the land has changed and how the first crops are almost ready. We go for a walk around the area, enjoying the majestic baobabs and the morning freshness.
Sister Hortensia is in Dakar and won’t return until the afternoon. Anik told us she’s going to Thiés to visit the dentist and do the community’s shopping, so we join her and spend the morning immersed in Senegalese life, enduring the 40ºC heat as best we can in Sister Hortensia’s rickety van. After lunch, we take shelter from the intense heat under the fans and work on the school’s accounting while waiting for Sister Hortensia to arrive so we can plan the health project’s activities. Just before sunset, some women arrive to water the garden, and we take the opportunity to see it up close and take some photos. They’ve planted onions, eggplants, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and a lot of okra—a tropical plant native to Africa, very healthy and much loved here.
Baobab, symbol of Senegal
Saturday, March 11, 2023
Raising the water with the help of a pulley
Yesterday afternoon we lost the internet connection, so we use the morning walk to go to the sisters' house to reconnect with the world. On the way, we pass some basketball courts and talk about playing a game—when the heat allows it, of course. We also test a small manual well, drawing water with a pulley system, and finally reach our Wi-Fi destination.
We’re scheduled to meet Sister Hortensia at 9:00 AM at the school to organize the medicines stored there, so we head back home to recharge with a good breakfast. During the night, the water tank had also run dry, but we refilled it before the walk.
When we arrive, some women are watering the garden again, and before we leave, they let us know that the pump isn’t working. First, we check the power outlet—sure enough, the breaker had tripped. But after resetting it and plugging in the pump, we still don't hear the sound of water rising through the pipes. Two possibilities remain: either the pump has stopped working, or the well has run dry. We ask the women to stop watering to avoid draining the tank, and we head to the school to continue today’s work.
Sister Hortensia thinks the well might be empty and says she’ll call Demien, her go-to contractor, to check it out. We have lunch, trying to conserve water, and continue with the accounting during the sweltering hours of the afternoon.
Around 5:30, we walk to the health center to visit it. Though it’s not open today, Margarite, one of the midwives, lives there and gladly shows us around. It’s not a big hospital, but it’s well-maintained and very clean, with several rooms for consultations, minor treatments, and childbirth services for uncomplicated births. She explains how it operates and the prices: 15,000 CFA francs (€23) for births and 500 CFA (€0.75) for adult or child consultations, with medications charged separately.
As the visit ends, Demien arrives. Opening the well cover and using a flashlight, we see that water is entering from the aquifer at around 24 meters—the depth of the well. The pump works, but we need to ration the water, prioritizing filling the house tank before watering the garden.
We consider several options to increase the water supply, including using water from the septic tank to irrigate fruit trees and ornamental plants—though not the vegetable garden. Demien confirms this is possible and will bring a suitable pump to install as soon as possible. He’ll also give us a quote to dig manual wells for garden irrigation. Fortunately, we won’t need to rent a donkey cart to fetch water from a public well as we’d feared, though the idea of the cart ride still appeals—we’ll find a time to try it out.
Visiting the dispensary: ​​a small hospital
Basketball courts
Sunday, March 12, 2023
Getting to know the fauna and flora
Our first Sunday in Senegal. We go out for a walk to the sound of a car horn selling fish and vegetables and run into Jeanne, our cook, carrying a bucket of food scraps to feed the pigs. She explains that the pigs aren’t just hers but belong to the women’s association—the same group that manages the garden.
This time, we choose a different path to explore the surroundings. We see many cows with huge horns, a few donkeys, a horse or two, vast fields with remnants of the last bissap harvest (a plant with red flowers used to make drinks and jams), spectacular mango trees already bearing small green fruits, and the ever-present, beautiful baobabs. Despite the fine sand that makes walking difficult, we go quite far before returning to attend mass, which Jeanne had told us was at 9:00 AM.
We miscalculate, relying on a clock that was running late, and arrive late. The church is full, and the mass is in Wolof—the most widely spoken language in the country, even though the official language is French—so we wait outside to greet the sisters and agree to return later, hoping the heat eases.
We head out again just after six and definitely feel a difference from yesterday. We visit Sister Hortensia, who shows us the garden area while we pick some oranges and lemons and plan the upcoming tasks. Tomorrow at 8:30 AM we’ll be at the health center, and if they don’t need me there, while Enri sees patients, I’ll do what I can in the garden.
Bissap: the national drink of Senegal
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Monday, March 13, 2023
Visiting patients at the dispensary
Despite the pleasant temperature at sunrise, around 20°C, we decided to skip our usual morning walk and began pruning around our house. At 8:30 a.m., we arrived at the dispensary, where nearly a dozen people were already in the waiting room. Enri stayed to see patients with the intern nurse and the midwife we met yesterday, as hardly anyone speaks French—only Wolof or Serer. I spent the morning among mango, lime, orange, lemon, and papaya trees. The pruning shears were working overtime, but there’s still work for several days.
Mid-morning, we paused for some cool water and caught up. Sister Hortensia had sent 30 schoolchildren with eye issues—some with conjunctivitis, others with simple dryness. We continued our tasks until lunchtime, and on the way home, we crossed paths with the children leaving school. Though it was partly cloudy, the temperature hovered around 40°C. We were loaned an umbrella for shade, but the hot wind offered little relief.
Enri saw around 20 patients, not counting the 30 schoolchildren. None were in serious condition—two diabetics (one undiagnosed), some with high blood pressure, colds, headaches, fevers (malaria ruled out), and a sprained ankle. In the afternoon, the dispensary is closed, with only the midwives on duty, so we rested until the heat allowed us to explore a bit. On the way back, we saw women and their children watering the garden—it’s a joy to see it thrive.
Tuesday, March 14, 2023
Progressing on the school expansion works
Mid-breakfast, the power went out. It was a general outage, Sister Hortensia confirmed when we met her outside the school. We accompanied her to pick up a small saw to help me with larger branches and visited the ongoing construction—an expansion with a new IT classroom and another general classroom to add to the existing six.
My morning was again spent among trees struggling under dry branches and competing for space. I tried to help by removing unnecessary weight to create better growing conditions.
Enri had a quieter morning than yesterday, as we’d been told Mondays are typically busier. Since there are no appointments here, you never know how much work awaits. She ended up seeing 16 people—mostly respiratory infections, a few pregnancy tests, and wound care, the most notable being a leg ulcer likely caused by an infected mosquito bite (leishmaniasis). The patient, from another village, couldn’t afford the €3 roundtrip on a motorcycle taxi to come daily. She was convinced to come every other day for follow-up, as she might need surgical cleaning if there’s no improvement in 15 days.
Sister Hortensia visited a Spanish friend with a large garden and returned with a school minibus full of massive watermelons, melons, and cherry tomatoes. She left us a 10-kg watermelon, six small melons, and a bag of tomatoes.
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Wednesdays are vaccination days
Today, the heat was more bearable—even chilly early on—and highs barely passed 30°C. Wednesdays are vaccination days at the dispensary, so it was filled with babies who arrived innocently and left crying from the shots. They also carry out malnutrition checks, with mothers weighing and measuring their babies as they wait.
Aside from the babies, there weren’t many consultations—about 10, including a child with a minor leg burn from boiling water and a one-month-old baby with facial ringworm (unusual at that age). We finished early and visited women making soaps and creams from natural products like aloe vera, carrot, citronella, shea butter, and local medicinal plants. They sell these products nationwide with the help of a distributor. Today they were packaging and labeling the soaps; they prepare the mixture early in the morning—we scheduled a visit Monday to watch the process.
In the afternoon, we experimented in the kitchen. We made peanut cookies with local ingredients and a cake using honey instead of sugar (which we bought at the dispensary, recommended for colds along with lemon) and melon. The oven runs on gas and only heats from the top or bottom, with no temperature control, making it hard to get ideal results. The cookies started burning on the bottom, so we switched to top heat, and we forgot the baking powder for the cake, so it didn’t look great—but it tasted fine. We’ll need more practice… and help to eat all these sweets.
Thursday, March 16, 2023
Supporting at school and at the dispensary
The sun is still shy, and temperatures are pleasantly cooler than in previous days. We spent the morning at the school, visiting all the classrooms and facilities. Today, all students stayed for lunch, as they do every Tuesday and Thursday. The assigned mothers arrived early to prepare the meal.
During recess, children with cuts or not feeling well were seen by Enri—about 15 in total. Since she finished early, she went back to the dispensary. The man with leishmaniasis was supposed to come for treatment. Enri is still applying the method she learned in Chad: clean the wound thoroughly with soap and water, cover it with sugar, then apply gauze and a bandage. It’s early, but the ulcer seems to be improving. He won’t return until Wednesday, as he must travel to Dakar and can’t make it, so he’ll do the treatment himself in the meantime.
I took a break from gardening and focused on the school’s accounting, trying to sort out invoices, teacher salaries, and income and expenses. After lunch, Sister Hortensia came by, and Enri gave her a lymphatic drainage massage to relieve ankle swelling while we chatted about the school’s present and future. She has already asked the provincial office in Dakar to send someone to learn everything and eventually take over. Still, as long as she’s healthy, she won’t leave this project that inspires and fulfills her. Later, we went out to soak up the scenery and local life before another fulfilling day came to a close.
Friday, March 17, 2023
Overseeing school accounting and the Peleo well
Last workday of the first week. The morning at the dispensary passed without much stress, and the fruit trees are increasingly free of dry, unproductive branches. Today, I focused on the school transport accounting. Sister Hortensia wants to know if the parents’ contributions are enough to cover all transportation costs—bus driver salaries, fuel, insurance, and especially the constant repairs.
Not all students need transportation—those nearby walk—but those farther away pay a small monthly fee (4000, 5000, 6000, or 8000 CFA, depending on the distance). The service also covers the nursery kids—49 from the nursery and 163 from the school, a total of 212 children and just two small buses. They’ll definitely be packed and need to make multiple trips. Depending on maintenance costs, the service may break even or run at a loss. Once the school year ends and we have all the data, we’ll see, but I think we’ll need to raise fees by 1000 CFA (€1.50) to cover costs.
To unwind and get some exercise, we walked to Peleo, a village 3 km away, where the mayor, Henry, manages a large well funded by the city of Burgos. It’s surrounded by beautiful fruit trees, mostly papayas. We saw the 12-meter-high water tank from afar, helping us find the way, since I didn’t remember the path.
We found him watering; he recognized me immediately and invited us in. Sadly, the main well isn’t working—possibly an issue with the pump or solar panels. For now, he uses a smaller well to irrigate his many papaya trees, which are still small but loaded with large fruit.
It was getting late, and we didn’t want to be caught out after dark, so we said goodbye and returned home with two papayas. They’re still a bit green, but he said they’ll be ready to eat in a couple of days.
Saturday, March 18, 2023
Visiting the Bandia Reserve Safari
We deserved a day off, and since the dispensary won’t open again until Monday, we planned a day to explore the country. The Bandia Reserve is quite nearby and although I visited it during my last trip this past November, it’s an experience worth repeating. Sharing space with most of Africa's large herbivorous mammals and watching them up close while listening to the guide’s explanations is simply spectacular. Young giraffes learning to fight, older ones eating peacefully, impalas, buffalo, zebras, monkeys, antelopes, ostriches, rhinos... all roaming freely among countless baobabs and acacias. At the end, there's a small enclosure with centenarian tortoises and another with hyenas, plus a lake where crocodiles lie motionless like statues, baring their teeth — perfect for photo ops. With these images etched in our memory, we continued our journey to Somone, a coastal village with a lagoon that flows into the ocean. We had to take a canoe to cross a few meters of freshwater separating us from the area where the restaurants are located. I tried the barracuda, which was very good, and Enry, tired of picking fish bones out of our usual meals, ordered a fish and squid skewer. After a hearty lunch, we strolled along the deserted beach, enjoying the beautiful scenery.
On our way back, we bought a small bottle of acacia honey we saw being sold by the roadside and planned tomorrow's breakfast: crepes with honey, jam, cheese…
We got home early, so we stopped by the sisters' house to say hello to Sister Hortensia, but she had also spent the day out and hadn’t returned yet. We chatted for a while with the other sisters and Anik, then headed back to rest.
Halfway home, we realized we didn’t have the keys to our house. The pocket of Enry’s pants had ripped, and they must have fallen out. We quickened our pace, scanning the ground, but couldn’t find them. Just when we were about to go look for Jeanne, whom we passed earlier, we found them half-buried a few meters from the door… Thankfully, it was just a small scare and will become a funny story to remember.
Sunday, March 19, 2023
Visiting the Thies craft market
Today we decided to go to Thiès on our own, using the local transportation. Yesterday, on our way to the Bandia Reserve, we passed a collective bus that runs the Sanghé–Thiès route daily at 8:00 a.m., except Sundays, for about 400 CFA. The other option was to take a moto-taxi to the main road and then catch a bus. Since it was still early and cool, we walked.
Halfway there, we crossed with a taxi, and shortly before reaching the junction, it returned with a passenger. We flagged it down and, for 1000 CFA, shared the ride to our destination. So far, things were going smoothly — we even arrived earlier than expected and headed to visit the craft market, but it seemed too early and most stalls were still closed. We walked around quickly and continued on to a large market that sold everything — meat, fish, fabrics, clothing, shoes, fruit, vegetables… We wandered through several streets packed with shops, people, and even small carts pulled by horses maneuvering between the mobile stalls set up everywhere.
Despite it being Sunday, the hustle and bustle didn’t stop, and the market was in full swing. We retraced our steps back to the supermarket near where the taxi had dropped us off, bought some essentials, and asked for a nearby restaurant for lunch. Following directions, a few streets further toward the center, we stopped to eat. The menu was quite broad, but in reality, they were out of most items. We ended up eating a huge plate of rice with quite spicy stewed onions and meat.
Afterward, we thought about walking a bit around the center, but the heat waiting outside and the lack of charm in the area made us call a taxi and head back home to rest and escape the 38-degree (Celsius) heat.
Monday, March 20, 2023
Trying to improve processes
Back to work. Mondays are usually the busiest at the dispensary, and today we had about thirty patients with hypertension, glucose level issues, anemia, fatigue, allergic rhinitis, and a little girl with chickenpox. It wasn’t overwhelming, but the workflow is slow due to the organization: the patient first goes to a room where their vitals — temperature, blood pressure, and weight — are recorded in their health card. Then they go to the consultation room where their data is entered into an official registry, they’re examined, diagnosed, prescribed medication, the cost is calculated, everything is noted again in their card and the registry, the consultation, tests, and medication are paid for, and a prescription is issued so they can collect their medicines from the pharmacy.
Surely, the process could be streamlined, but in reality, there’s rarely such a high influx that it’s necessary. For now, opening mornings from Monday to Friday is sufficient, with only emergencies attended to during afternoons and weekends.
As for me, I organized and filed all the teachers’ payrolls from recent years, now that everything has been entered into Excel. We now have a clear picture of the faculty expenses — this year, the six teachers cost the school about 2000 euros per month, a little over 300 euros each.
Considering there are about 280 students, each paying a little less than seven euros per month, and not all pay — either because they can’t or they are children of staff or teachers — the monthly income doesn’t even cover the teachers’ salaries. Plus, they only pay for nine months (October to June, even though there are still classes in July), while teachers are paid for all twelve months. It’s clear that other sources of funding are necessary to keep the school running. Thankfully, donations, sponsorships, and income from the volunteer house where we are staying also go toward the school.
At recess, the children usually get milk, but these days, it’s being replaced with melon from the ones we were given.
Sister Hortensia excitedly showed me the land she wants to buy to expand the garden and plant more fruit trees, vegetables, and produce for the children’s meals on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She wants to buy four plots behind the school, where there are already some large mango trees. They’re asking for 1,500,000 CFA each, but she’s offering 1,000,000 — about six thousand euros for all four — and she already has friends in Madrid willing to make the donation.
At 3:00 p.m., we met with Hortensia to go to Thiès. She asked me to accompany her to the bank because she forgot the password for her online account, and she also wanted to check if a donation for another women's association project had arrived. Afterwards, we shopped for food for the children’s lunch tomorrow and for a new stove that Anik is giving to Sister Hortensia.
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Buying two plots of land
Yesterday at the bank, an unhelpful girl wrote down some numbers on a piece of paper so we could access online banking. She gave us no explanation, and we assumed it was the password, but when we tried to log in, we got an error for either the identifier or the password. After many attempts and a lot of patience due to the extremely slow internet, we managed to change the password. Now she can access the account from home and check if the transfers from Spain are arriving.
The morning was very productive. Later, one of the two brothers who own the plots of land we saw yesterday came, and after a long negotiation, she convinced him to sell them at the price she wanted. Decisive as always, without overthinking, with her inexhaustible energy, she’s already halfway to achieving her goal. If the other seller agrees to the price, she’ll have another project to manage. Satisfied with the purchase of the two plots, she calls the donors to update them on her progress and can’t hide her joy.
Today it’s lunch day at the school. On the way home, we stop to take photos, but they’re still cooking. The menu is rice with vegetables and fish. We can’t stay long because Demian is coming to our house to channel water from the well to the small tanks in the gardens and install the pump in the septic tank. Although we haven’t run out of water again, this extra water will be great for watering the garden and the fruit trees. Tomorrow, if we have time, we’ll plant some papaya trees and some melons that sprouted from seeds we planted a few days ago.
In our evening walk, we go to see the land purchased this morning and observe that the school expansion works are progressing very well and are almost finished.
Miércoles, 22 de marzo de 2023
Visiting the craft market
We had planned to visit the San Juan de Dios Hospital in Thies tomorrow, but plans changed and we’re going today. Sister Hortensia is attending the funeral of a priest she knew well from when she was in another part of Senegal and afterward wants to go to the hospital.
The mass is held at the cathedral and starts at 10:15. We arrive an hour early and walk around the area until 11:30. We wander through the large market and go to see the hospital, which isn’t far, before returning to the cathedral at the agreed time. The mass isn’t over yet, and we estimate it’ll last at least another hour, so we decide to go to the craft market, this time riding one of the horse-drawn carts. We ask the guard how much it might cost, and he himself stops one and negotiates a good price for us.
Around one o'clock, we arrive at the hospital. We’re introduced to the director and shown the facilities. It’s not very big and looks old, but the outpatient area is fairly new, and they’re constructing another building for the emergency room. We also greet some of the Spanish ophthalmologists who have come to operate at the hospital.
On the way back home, we stop to shop at the supermarket and arrive at three o’clock—what Sister Hortensia calls “Sunday lunchtime in Spain.” In the afternoon, I focus on finishing the documentation required to apply for a grant from Banco Sabadell, and then we plant the papaya trees and some melons.
Thursday, March 23, 2023
Going on with the gardening work
You can tell the temperatures have dropped— we start the day at 16°C (60°F) and don’t exceed 30°C (86°F), perfect for continuing with gardening work at home while Enri resumes her patient visits at the dispensary.
Yesterday, the patient with the sugar treatment came and is very happy because he notices a great improvement. He’ll return Saturday morning, just in time for Enri to examine him before heading back to Barcelona.
Today she visited a girl with a possible case of tuberculosis. Last week she prescribed an antibiotic that hasn’t improved the symptoms, so now she’s prescribed a different one, and if there’s no improvement next week, she should go to the hospital for a chest X-ray to confirm the diagnosis.
The nurses are learning a lot these days; they’ll miss her and have already told her she needs to come back and stay for at least three months.
Sister Hortensia has returned to Thies Hospital. This morning, about twenty residents of Sanghé were scheduled for cataract surgery, having been selected a few weeks ago by the Ciudad de Requena Foundation. She wanted to accompany them upon arrival. Not everyone came, because even though the Rementería Foundation sent a group of ophthalmologist surgeons to perform the operations for free, the hospital charges 30,000 CFA (about 45 euros) per surgery, and not everyone can afford that.
She also took advantage of the visit to treat her macular degeneration, receiving an injection in her left eye.
On their last visit, the Ciudad de Requena Foundation not only selected urgent surgical cases but also screened all the school children and provided prescriptions for those needing glasses.
This morning, Sisters Fernanda and Celia Sánchez Ramos from the foundation came to deliver the glasses, and then they stayed for lunch with us, sharing a pleasant afternoon before heading back to Gadiack, a village about three hours away to the east.
We’ll see them again on Saturday as all the volunteers from both foundations will come for lunch—there’ll be about twenty of us in total.
In the evening, we stop by to see Sister Hortensia. She can barely open her eye, so we leave her resting with some ice to reduce the swelling. She’s already taken a paracetamol and will go to bed early, hoping to feel better tomorrow.
On our way home, we capture scenes of rural life and the many houses under construction emerging everywhere, and we end the day admiring our lush garden before the sun sets.
Friday, March 24, 2023
Últimas visitas
Last night, I sent the remaining documents required to apply for the Banco Sabadell's call for grants for charitable causes. We’ve submitted a project to build another well in Sanghé and provide the opportunity to create more gardens that can be irrigated during the long dry season, which lasts from mid-October to mid-July.
Seeing the spectacular progress of our garden in just four months—and despite the fine sand covering everything, which might not seem ideal for a good harvest—daily access to water for irrigation is vital for achieving good results. According to the grant terms, we won’t receive a response until the middle of next year, so we’ll need to be patient.
Back to the present: we head out early to check on Sister Hortensia. She slept well, and her eye is much better. According to her, she’s as good as new, although it’s still wise for her to avoid physical strain and stay out of the strong sun. Today, she’s expecting a visit from three Spaniards who support many of her numerous projects.
Lisardo has known her for many years; he runs one of the many mines in the country and is now the owner of the best hotel in Thies. Today, he’s joined by two friends from Tres Cantos, Teresa and Luis, who are close friends of the representative from Manos Unidas, the organization funding the school’s construction. They’ve come to see the projects firsthand.
They arrive just as recess ends and classes resume. Today, milk is being distributed, although few children fill their cups—likely because it's both Ramadan and Lent. Many Catholics, influenced by Muslim customs, not only abstain from meat but also fast entirely until nightfall.
After visiting the school, we have lunch at our house—a delicious fish yassa, a typical local dish made of rice and onions, served with grilled fish—and once again enjoy a pleasant afternoon gathering.
Also joining us is Anik, Sister Hortensia’s French friend, who is heading back tonight to the early spring of Toulouse. As the sun sets, we say goodbye to her, confident we’ll see each other again soon.
Saturday, March 25, 2023
Thank you, Sister Hortensia.
Back on the plane heading home, memories rush in, making it impossible to fall asleep. The last day was intense, racing against the clock to finish everything we’d planned—giving a final push to the accounting, preparing for the guests’ arrival, packing our suitcases, and enjoying a delicious meal in wonderful company.
A perfect finale to close out these special days filled with heartfelt satisfaction and enriching experiences.
These unforgettable days, during which we especially had the chance to share hopes and dreams with other kind and compassionate souls—people with fascinating life paths and a common thread: Sister Hortensia.
With her endearing simplicity, boundless energy, and compelling determination, she steers her many projects toward the harbor of success.
Because once you meet her, it’s nearly impossible not to follow the inspiring path of her light and accompany her along the rocky road that ultimately leads to prosperity.
