Travelling in Venezuela, Camaguan, Venezuela, October 2023

Soon, I will travel again within Venezuela.

There is something about field visits that stirs a particular kind of anticipation — not the excitement of airports or distant horizons, but something deeper and steadier. A return to the ground. To the dust. To the schools and clinics and community halls where plans on paper take tangible form.

In a few days, I will head south, leaving Caracas early in the morning and travelling by road for many hours until the landscape opens into the vast plains of Apure. Long stretches of highway, two brief stops along the way, and then arrival in San Fernando. These journeys are never merely logistical; they are transitions. They allow the mind to slow, to shift from office conversations to the rhythm of communities.

The purpose of the visit is simple, yet essential: to see, to listen, to better understand how the activities we support unfold in practice. Meetings with local authorities, conversations with teachers and health staff, exchanges with community representatives — all part of ensuring that what we fund truly reaches those it is meant to serve.

One of the moments I most look forward to is visiting a school that, not long ago, stood empty. No students. No functioning facilities. Now its doors are open again. Classrooms that were silent hold voices once more. Desks and materials have been delivered. Teachers have received training. Water access has improved through the drilling of a well and installation of storage systems. Solar panels have been installed. Even school gardens are being cultivated — small but meaningful signs of continuity and dignity returning to daily life.

There will also be visits to protective spaces within schools — places designed not only for learning, but for safety and expression. Musical instruments, traditional clothing, educational materials — modest details perhaps, yet in communities that have faced isolation and hardship, such elements matter. They signal normality. They signal investment in the future.

In another community, discussions with local health authorities will focus on the broader situation — the pressures on services, the gaps that remain, the realities behind the statistics. These conversations are rarely dramatic. They are practical. Honest. At times sobering. But always necessary.

Field visits are not glamorous. They involve long drives, early breakfasts, dust on shoes, notebooks filled with observations. Feedback sessions in modest offices. Returning late in the afternoon, tired yet clearer about what works and what still needs attention.

And yet, these moments reconnect me most strongly with why this work matters.

Walking through classrooms, listening to teachers, speaking with community members, observing how infrastructure improvements translate into daily routine — this is where abstraction gives way to reality. Questions are asked. Notes are taken. Assumptions are tested against lived experience.

There is something profoundly grounding about standing where support becomes visible — where children sit at desks that were not there before, where water flows where it once did not, where attendance grows from zero to dozens within a year.

As my time in Venezuela gradually moves toward its final months, these visits carry a particular weight. They are not only moments of monitoring and evaluation, but of witnessing — of standing still long enough to understand what has changed, and what still requires patience.

The road south awaits.
The plains of Apure stretch wide and quiet.

In places like these, impact does not announce itself loudly. It appears in small, persistent shifts — a reopened classroom, a functioning water point, a teacher who stays, a student who returns.

This is where the abstract becomes real.
Where distance narrows.
Where purpose settles back into focus.

And perhaps that is why going back to the field always feels less like departure, and more like return.