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While enrolled at THINK Global School, students are encouraged to be introspective during the course of their studies and travels. When the students document these thoughts, we are often delighted with the results. Below you can find a poem written by 11th grade student Mark S., in which he looks back fondly on a recent visit to Uruguay’s oldest town, Colonia del Sacramento.
Who would have ever thought of coming to Colonia?
This lovely little town in the southeast of Uruguay…
So isolated, tranquil, small and lonely,
Well, here I come, to your blue magic skies.
You greeted us with your lighthouse,
Which towered gently through the mist.
And sun was making its way out
While we were approaching the bank.
We learnt about Aarón de Anchorena,
A rich man, who came to your land.
He built a church, set up a ranch,
And lived up there with his men.
While walking through your quiet streets,
I noticed, and almost felt a breeze,
Which enveloped me, and let me in,
Into your life, your real living.
The sun began to settle down,
When we were having our dinner out.
I saw bright vibrant red – the sunset,
The sun was down; but it was only the outset.
Coming back home from the beach,
I saw a guy, playing the guitar.
He reminded me of John Lennon,
Unknown guy, almost as good as him.
Colonia del Sacramento,
I learnt about you, I felt you;
But that small sip was not enough –
I might come back one day, my friend!
