Kids.

I have noted that children are often more naturally accepting of pain and suffering. They quietly endure with humility and meekness. I have felt a beautiful, sweet spirit surrounding these little ones.

Thirteen-year-old Sherrie underwent a 14-hour operation for a tumor on her spinal cord. As she regained consciousness in the intensive care unit, she said: “Daddy, Aunt Cheryl is here, … and … Grandpa Norman … and Grandma Brown … are here. And Daddy, who is that standing beside you? … He looks like you, only taller. … He says he’s your brother, Jimmy.” Her uncle Jimmy had died at age 13 of cystic fibrosis.

“For nearly an hour, Sherrie … described her visitors, all deceased family members. Exhausted, she then fell asleep.”

Later she told her father, “Daddy, all of the children here in the intensive care unit have angels helping them.”

To all of us the Savior said:

'Behold, ye are little children and ye cannot bear all things now; ye must grow in grace and in the knowledge of the truth.

'Fear not, little children, for you are mine.

'Wherefore, I am in your midst, and I am the good shepherd.'"

kent f. richards, the atonement covers all pain

Every body heals with love

 happy is the heart that still feels pain.
darkness drains and light will come again.
swing open up your chest and let it in.
just let the love, love, love begin.
everybody, everybody wants to love.
everybody, everybody wants to be loved.

7-28

Happy Peru independence day! I have to admit I was disappointed at the lack of festivities today. No parades! It seemed like a normal day. But ‘they’ said that everything happened yesterday. (the school parades). A lot of people weren’t feeling good today, me included. We met with Hermana luzby (because she cuts hair/is going to school to learn how to cut hair) because our women’s group activity was going to be cutting hair. So she pulled out all of her supplies and showed them to us. She has all the works and a huge amount of combs. She is going to let us borrow her supplies so we just have to purchase combs. There are going to be three models and Hermana Luzby and Janet (another lady from church) are going to cut their hair in different styles. The details are still a little unclear to me, but I have a feeling it will work out. So Hrma was going to call Janet to make sure they both show up at 2 until 4. Then we went home and I curled up and fell asleep for 4 hours! Then I woke up and didn’t want to wake up. But I did. And I read in Mosiah 4:21 “And now, if God, who has created you, on whom you are dependent for your lives and for all that ye have and are, doth grant unto you whatsoever ye ask that is right, in faith, believing that ye shall receive, O then, how ye ought to impart of the substance that ye have one to another.” Last night we were walking to the phone and then to get some ice cream. I was with one other team member and we passed this boy sitting on the sidewalk with his head down on top of his arms hugging his knees bent to his chest. I didn’t have anything on me except money… but I was saving 1 sol to get some icecream… and then I needed 1 sol to get back home… and then I had 30 centimos left over. Before I carried candies or bracelets. But I don’t have either anymore. And I keep coming back to the principle in my head “if you give out money, you are teaching a person to beg”. And I just walked by the boy. And it made my heart drop that I would just walk by and not do anything. It made me sad because he wasn’t a grown man sleeping on the street, but he was a boy curled up in a position I would assume as being sad. I think just acknowledging his presence would have been better than walking past him. It made me really sad. Then we went to ESL and that turned my spirits around… And I loved teaching the class… and that kind of made me sad that I felt happy and was able to/did put in the back of my memory of the boy sitting there by himself looking sad. And so, back to Mosiah… it made me see it differently. Despite my treating other people wrongly, there are so many blessings nonetheless. It really overwhelms my understanding how merciful God and Christ are. It also put me in my place… that we (as people) are so indebted to Christ and so it is the very least we can do to serve Him by serving his people… and so later on in the day, I got frustrated… but then I was reminded of this lesson and felt I wasn’t entitled to feel frustrated at this person. But I didn’t think denying myself of ‘negative’ feelings was very natural… and because of that… even good. So I came to the conclusion that when frustration or anger so naturally come up, it is all we can do to not let that affect the way we treat people. Because in the end, we are so utterly dependent on our Savior for creating us and for giving us the opportunity to repent... Especially when we promise to act in the name of Christ, it is all we can do… and the essence of being… to try to be like him, do as he would do…. in everything we do… (but right now I am thinking mostly of: in having mercy and giving of oneself). Just as I need forgiveness for walking by the sad boy and buying myself an ice cream (Because what if all he needed was a tap on the shoulder, a 10 centimos, a hola, anything) What if because I didn’t do what I was suppose to do he suffered because of it. Who knows maybe he was just tired. Maybe he was waiting for his mom. I don’t know. And I won’t ever know. But I know that Heavenly Father still loves me even when I was being selfish. And because Heavenly Father loves me for being selfish, I have to replicate that love. That was a very round about way to interpret that scripture. But I learned some things as I was writing it. I think writing things out is very therapeutic (or even talking). Sometimes there is a voice in my head making me feel scared at silly things and when I explain it in words, I can think more logically. And even though it gets busy, there is plenty time to think. Well... really… there is always time to think. And healthy thinking influences healthy thoughts.

            Then we went to the grocery store to get food for the week. We went a little crazy with the vegetables because we got the ingredients to make guacamole. Then we came back and started the curriculum planning. We made curriculum for basic ESL and continued making books. Then we went to meet with Meritza (women’s group leader) and talked about the purpose of the women’s group and the upcoming Sat. event. We decided that because the building is unavailable this Sat. and a lot of people went on vacation that we should hold the event the first sat in august. So instead of doing the 2^nd and 4^th sat we are going to do the 1^st and 3^rd sat. This is good because that means we will be here for the 3^rd Saturday! So we went over how we would like to have a meeting with her and the other leader to talk about what we are going to do after we leave. And we also talked about in other activities where we use a lot of materials, the women need to give some money for their fulfillment and for the sustainability of the project. I was really excited because meritza gets the idea, she gets the purpose of the group. She talked about how she is trying to start up a group of women (about 20) to learn crafty skills then sell them. They need a machine, so they would put in money to buy a machine together, learn different skills, and then sell those items they make. Which this just so happens to be one of the projects of another team member. His dad donated money to begin loans to a lady he is working with and another group of women that are neighbors to Ernesto. So I told her that he could talk to her about how to find people… and the steps to take to get started and then maybe by next year we could give a loan to this group of women. So potentially the women’s group could turn into an exclusive business, skill-learning group of women. We will see how the next women’s group events go. After we came back we did some more curriculum planning. However, because of the independence day, the ward was partying in the center of town… which left us without a key to get into the building. So we had class in the park across from the church. We split up into basic and advance levels… then split the basic in half. We reviewed what we learned yesterday. Which was a little disappointing to find people forgot what we learned yesterday (How are you… I am good) But after some song teaching (Abc’s, hokey pokey, head shoulders knees and toes) I think they learned what we taught them tonight. (we went over body part vocab words). They did really well. We didn’t get to have music class though so that is also tomorrow night. Which is good because we didn’t do a very thorough job of planning that out.

A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same. Elbert Hubbard

7-22

Friday: I wrote a proposal for the women’s group with Alisa so we can buy the supplies with HELP’s money today. We also made a list of all the things we needed to do that day…. And it got pretty long.  Then I went to ESL with two others. And it just so happened that today was the last day of school before a 2 week vacation so there were only celebrations today. They celebrated the principal’s birthday and gave her gifts and made speeches. We sat down at the end with the two English teachers and Rosita who will hopefully bring buy the Spanish- learn English books because I am going to make an English teaching curriculum, and hopefully we can give that to other schools who don’t have English teachers. Rosita bought me a tortilla and shared her spicy dorito chips with me. Her mom had a baby 4 days ago. So tomorrow we are going to buy her a crib. Her mom has an infection in her stomach so we are going to get her some fruit too. (this is our neighbor). Her dad is gone for business so her aunt and grandma are helping to take care of the mom. Rosita is 8 going on 18 because she is really responsible and takes very good care of her mom and her brother. Then I walked over to the women’s group leader, Meritza and she gave us a list of all the women who are planning attending the women’s group to make bead straps that hold up shirts. We were planning on going to the Mercado today but timing didn’t work out so now we are going tomorrow to purchase the supplies and refreshments.

7-25

Happy birthday Andrew!!! We dug neem trees in the morning. They are medicinal trees that target both preventing and curing. We have an information sheet but its all in Spanish so I don’t understand it, but some other group members are project leads so I’m not all too familiar with the trees. We brought like 15 to plant at this lady’s house. She has a mini park growing in the back of her land. She has land in this neighborhood. She has a vision to build a school. She likes the bottle school idea but there are so many more logistics that still have to be worked out. She also wants to plant trees to make a park. Her neighbors also wanted some trees so we have 4 to a man and 2 to a woman. They paid 50 centimos for each tree. The neighborhood (community) was huge… like really vast. And most everything was made from straw-looking material and aluminum roofs. Its made of dune-like sandy “tierra”. So we had to dig up fast so the sand wouldn’t fall back in. We bought the trees from a lady’s business that began from a micro-credit loan. Then we broke bamboo and made a little fence around the trees and tied them to a branch so they would stand up straight. After neem trees we got some lunch at from the fruit man. Then ashlee and garett rechecked pricing for the preschool with the engineer that is overseeing the project. We got the contract signed later that day and so we should start the assembly and building Wednesday. Then we made some calls to the orphanages and met with the ladies that oversee the rehab center because they have the contacts for the orphanage with disabilities. We chatted over a glass of water. And the guy showed us the birds who make the houses again. Then we went to a pre-preschool. One of the ladies from the women’s group asked if we could donate supplies to her program that she runs. They have been training for a year by the Ministry of Health. They had 3 volunteers that come and teach and they have it mon, wed, and fri. They go in waves according to age. So we observed the 0-11 months old, and the beginning of 1-2 yrs old. They just started the program last Monday. It is run at this lady’s house. She makes them all wash their hands before they come in. She also has records of everyone who comes. They gave us a list of materials… most of it is for the older kids who need notebooks and such to learn to read. They also said they need help teaching them to read. They had a lot of baby/toddler materials like play equipment. There are 3 organizations that sponsored the beginnings of this group. It is also for single mothers or mothers from humble circumstances. Then we walked over the meet with Meritza from the women’s group. The first meeting of the women’s group was on Sat and that went really well… it lasted for 4 hours from 2-6. We stayed for 2 hours of it. The women made beaded straps to hold up tube top shirts. The next event is this Saturday and they are learning how to cut hair so we talked about the planning and advertising. Meritza goes door to door with Fedelina to advertise to the women. Talk about dedication. They are going to have a sign up sheet ready for thurs and they are going to talk with the secretary of the community to figure out whether we can use the community building for this Saturday. We are still in the process of putting together events and lessons. We are going to plan out one activity per month and let the leaders plan out the other activity. If you have any cheap interactive ideas… Feel free to suggest them! Then on the way back we bought a watermelon and brought it to our neighbor who had a baby last week. The kids were excited for it. I hope it is yummy for them. Then we went to the internet café and I called my bank… because I was taking out money for someone when the atm shut off… so we are still in the process of fixing that and sending in claims. We always go to the same internet place so the people that work there know our names. One of their birthdays is tomorrw. They invited us to his party to go dancing. It starts at 11. But considering Peru time, that means it starts at midnight. No way. But tomorrow is a holiday so they said… oh no you don’t have to worry about Wednesday.  I got some fruity ice cream afterwards because I was so done with the bank. One of my favorite things is discovering fruit… there are so many new kinds of fruit, it undoubtedly boggles my mind. Within the past week I tried 5 new kinds…. That I never knew existed. And because of that, I can’t ever remember their names. But its cool finding fruits that you never knew existed!

7-26

We took some study time in the morning. Then at 10 we went to the Mercado to get supplies for the music class. We found some colored papers. Then we walked to ovolo grau to pass out English flyers. Sometimes people flocked and other times we gave them to street vendors. A lot of people are genuinely very interested. So we were looking forward to seeing how many would show up.  It felt like a toss up. There was one lady who appeared on some stairs out of nowhere. I gave her a flyer and she showed up! We only made 25 copies because we didn’t think there would be a large turnout especially since it is the holiday weekend. Alisa wrote up the assessment tests yesterday. At first we had more difficult questions then she revised it so there were mostly easy questions. Then we came back and made books/the lesson for music class. There are two preschools that don’t have books so we are making picture books for them. I made 5 mini pianos out of paper. Then we went to the rehab center. I worked with the linguist therapist. Three kids came in. Erice, Pedro, and Monica. Erice was practicing her vocabulary words. She was quiet when I talked to her and wouldn’t answer my questions… I am not sure if she understand what I was saying. Then the teacher (there is one teacher) who looked through a newspaper with her… picked out letters and thought of words that started with those letters. Pedro was cutting and pasting a sequence of pictures and writing a caption for each one. I liked that he smiled all the time. And then Monica worked on her writing. She copied sentences from pages of a workbook. The teacher said she loved to write, but she couldn’t read or understand what she was writing. She said that she could learn small words, but little by little. She couldn’t write her capital cursive r’s so we practiced them. I tried to get her to talk but she didn’t talk to me very much. When we asked her what her favorite ice cream flavor sometimes she went off on an explanation. I want to say she is 24 yrs old, but I’m not entirely sure. Then afterwords we stopped by Lupe’s house to get the number of the lady who is over the orphanage with children with disabilities. Even though we went there once, it is like everything is working against us to go again because phones don’t work then they don’t answer. So we chatted over some pear juice and came back for a 10 minute Spanish lesson then we went to dinner. After dinner we had English and music lessons. So I talked to the bank more to file a claim. Then we saw tons of people standing outside. There was a really good show. There were almost 40 people. We introduced the English class with why learning English is valuable to them… and we said that it opens up more opportunities and so they can understand music and movies. Then we split them up into 2 groups to play pictionary. Then the kids 15 years and up took the assessment tests. There were all ages young to adult. There was one hilarious kid named carlos… 5 years old. Never stopped moving or talking… even smiling. He had a gum show all your teeth smile. So cute! We had to distract him during the classes. Then after was music class… and so we most of them migrated but some other people came just for the music classes. In the beginning we asked them why they want to learn to play the piano. And we were surprised at their profoundness. Some said because it’s a beautiful instrument, another said it helps to understand someone’s soul. I wish I could have written them down. But they were good. Then I pulled out letters that I had cut up. I told them:

• There are 7 letters
• They follow alphabetically
• C is the most important
• Whenever you sit down at a piano, always look for c and then you can find out all the other letters
• Where is C?
• Find all the c’s

Then we had volunteers come up to hold the letters c-c. Then we had everyone say the letters out loud. And put the letters on the keyboard on the right keys. After I thought we wore out where is c and how can you find c, we played the fly swatter game… or where are the letters. So they split up into 2 teams and then one person from each team came up, I said a letter and they would have to point to the correct key. It occurred to me during the game that we would have to make sure they all understood. Some of them knew where the keys were and some people were struggling. So then I first told them to find middle c and then find a different letter. For them all to be able to play right hand piano they are going to need to keep up with the lessons. So I am thinking group work might be valuable to work with a smaller group of people. Some people were embarrassed to come up so we need to find a way to assess their progress as well. I am thinking homework sheets. At the end we reviewed. Brady dragged her finger across the board. I told them a letter and they would shout out when Brady’s finger reached stopped at the right key. As a group, they understood the concepts and knew the letters. We ended 5 minutes early and told them, they need to know where c is. We told them to draw a picture of the keyboard to take home with them to study.

7-27

We made some calls the orphanages and to the women from the women’s group, but got no answers. We decided to venture out to find the orphanages because we had the names but not the addresses. We first went to the Mercado and asked someone there and he directed us to the police across the way. We crossed a lot of streets today. And then we were directed around the street. We didn’t find anything… until we saw a sign with the same name as one of the orphanages (not the one we were looking for) so we went inside and it ended up being an inn… but it had a monkey! The monkey was chained to a tree and came down and was swinging out to us. It took our hands. It was so cute! It smiled this sly smile. He climbed up and down and swung out to us. I want a pet monkey. That was the first monkey I have ever touched! It was like a little person. It looked like it was going in for bite a couple times. The cook came out later and it went onto her shoulders. I want a monkey! There have been some complications with the women’s group this week so hopefully we can work that out asap.

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. ~Emma Goldman

Cusco Documentation:

I have been waiting for the week that just ended since the end of april last year. Anticipation for one week, and now its over. I don’t want to glorify it because I want to remember it how it was, but its hard not to glorify it now because I miss them so stinking much. It was hard, really hard, but so so good. It was hard because it was an emotional rollercoaster, but it was good because it feels like home.

When something makes you happy, don’t let go of it ever, even if it seems impossible. I think the deeper you feel happiness, the deeper you can understand what others are thinking, how others are hurting. Being with the kids at Sunflower, put happiness into perspective. By living their life, that’s what I mean by putting happiness into perspective…and I even lived a sheltered version of their life… because I had my own room for a couple of days, woke up at 7, and went where I wanted to go, oh and I had money to spend how I wanted it. For example if I wanted an ice cream, I could get an ice cream. And I had my own supply of water bottles, and I didn’t have to make my bed and sweep my room every morning, or wet my hair in the morning. And when the kids were getting yelled at, it wasn’t directed at me in the slightest bit. Instead I rather had to convince them to let me help them in the kitchen. So I also had to fight the superior, them cater to me feeling and assure them that they needed to put me to work.

Here is their daily schedule: wake up at 5 am. Do chores: ie. make bed, sweep, mop, make breakfast, carry water up to the orphanage. 6 am scripture study for a half an hour with all the kids. 6:30-7:30 am finish chores, get dressed for school (wear uniforms), wet and comb hair (in the freezing cold), 7:30-7:45 am eat breakfast, then get to school by 8… but time is loose so they basically run off to school and get there as soon as they can. Then school until 1:30. Lunch at 2. More chores. They have to sweep and mop the kitchen after every meal. Prepare dinner (peel potatoes, and cut vegetables) For some reason, there seems like there is always something that they have to do. Then there is homework, and dinner. Then after dinner they have some playtime and then they watch a soap opera until 8:30 pm. Then they go to their rooms and get ready for bed. And this is life. The older boys help out in the kitchen and work at the orphanage and care for the farm land and crops. And go to school on Sundays.

I flew Wed and got there at 3:30. Leo picked us up early and took us to where the kids were… they were eating dinner with a group of Generations Humanitarian volunteers. I walked in and waves of joy hit me in the face. I was so surprised because they grew. I wasn’t expecting them to look different. Yaison had long hair! He swung it to the side like Justin beiber. What the! I sat next to romario and christofer and across from evelin. They all gave me hugs but they were quiet at first. Edy was crying when the group left. It was really sad. He sat on my lap in the car to the bus stop. He got close to a boy they called Jackie chan. I couldn’t believe I was for real with them. When we were waiting to get on a bus, they warmed up and I was jumping all around on the inside. I wanted to talk to all of them at the same time and hug them at the same time, but since that is pretty much physically impossible, I tried to calm down. Then we got onto a bus and fit 24 of us in 8 seats (with some in the isle). Edy sat on my lap again and totally numbed my leg for 2 hours. I talked with Hilario while we stood but the kids wanted me to sit down. The past 2 times I have felt especially draw to hilario because I feel like I need to show him that he always has someone who cares for him. But this time I wanted to do what was best for him. And I knew I was only going to be here for a week. So I kept that at the forefront of my mind. And let him distance himself but at the same kept him close. He gets moody often and it tested my patience. Sometimes I ask/ed myself “why am I going back? Why am I here? Does it do more good than harm or more harm than good?” But I always keep coming back to the reasoning… its for the kids. Its to show them that there are so much people that love them and we would all come back if we could. Sometimes we can and we will keep trying. There are people fighting for them even when it seems like there is no one. The first time, they welcomed us with open arms and hands. But that was the shell. Not being associated with a group, it was different. And being with them all the time for a couple of weeks their layers peeled off, and then I saw that they were normal kids with lots of feelings. And then going back this time, I had already peeled those layers and wanted to get to where we left off as soon as possible so that I could get deeper. But I couldn’t rush them and they opened up on their own time. For example, porfita never talked to me except when I asked her how she was. Even though I couldn’t understand them a ton of the time, I understand and talked to them a whole ton better than last time. Some of the hardest times were I couldn’t completely understand what they were saying but I got the gist of it. In the kitchen specifically, I got the gist of it. It makes me sad that they think Americans are money pits who make tons of money. Because there are so many groups that go to the sunflower and buy mounds of things for the kids. So my goal was to help them understand that I actually do not have hardly any money. I worked when they worked, I tried to wake up when they woke up, I ate what they ate, I wore one pair of pants for a week, and tried to only take what I needed at all times. And for the most part it was successful… at least I thought it was. It was frustrating when the first questions they asked was how much does that cost or when are you leaving. But I tried to understand that those are the first questions because people constantly come and go… and those people are Americans who can all afford plane tickets and fancy hotels. Fancy as in warm showers and computers. While on the topic of showers, yes 1 shower for the week. But it is true, I am getting an education and I did buy a plane ticket. This part is true. Someone said this the other day and I like it, “money is meant to be spent, but just wisely.” And lately I’ve been a cheap fanatic… but that was reassuring to hear.

But anyways, after joking around and kicking around a soccer ball, we literally squeezed to the back of the bus. It was so exciting to take it all in, all the kids squished around me. It was then that I again realized they had all grown up a little. I could still gobble them up because of their cuteness but they are in their teens and embarrassed of that. Kind of sad. When we got in, we ate dinner and talked until we had to go to bed. Adril stayed at the sunflower… and it was like reuniting with a long lost friend… and of course one of the first things was… bethanie! He is a great boy. If I trust anyone, it would be him. Having only a week really frightened me, but when I prayed about it, it calmed me. We are not responsible for each other’s happiness or well-being (so to speak in most circumstances) because we have free agency. We can do everything in our power to be good influences, but the spirit changes people. And what better way to bring the spirit than to show someone you love them. So above all, I think by showing someone you care for them no matter what, it fosters a happiness that will last long after you are separated. You know what is also kind of crazy, is praying for someone in a different country for so long, then being face to face and thinking that you this is the person you have been praying for them this whole time. That was really hard for me, to be praying for someone so far away and not hearing anything. I can’t imagine having a kid who was kidnapped and all of a sudden they just disappear… praying and praying for them every day and never knowing their whereabouts. That seems like it would just drive a person completely insane. I made a goal that night, to be sensitive to everyone’s needs and not just the kids that I especially liked. Because there is one specific girl who is very needy and it is easy to overlook her because she is so needy but she has feelings just like all the others. For example, one night, she was present when one of the kids was waiting for me to give him his chocolate that he earned by drawing me a picture. He told her what he was getting and she wanted one too of course. So I came out and she said that he was getting a piece of candy. And I said, no he is not. And she said yes he is. And then the boy called her a liar. And it really upset her and she sulked away into the tools room. I got distracted for a little while, but then remembered that she needed some compassion. She didn’t want me to touch her and refused to make eye contact. I told her I loved her and she shook her head and kept shaking it. I talked to her for a little (it was dinner time… so we needed to get to dinner) and so I had thought I talked her into coming to dinner… but she turned and walked towards the dormitories and cried in her room. My presence obviously really upset her even more. So her younger brother was walking down the pathway… and I told him to bring his sister to dinner. He was adorable. He was like come one Maria. Whats the matter. Its okay. Come on Maria. ( he is 8). And he talked her into coming to dinner after a couple of minutes. I waited for them outside the dormitories. On their walkway up, He turned around and gave me a thumbs up and motioned for me to come to dinner too. I was really touched by his compassion and smartness and realization of the situation. I don’t know, maybe all 8 year olds would do that but he is a small guy so he just looks a lot younger than an average 8 yr old. But had I not made that goal there would have been several times I would have left Maria alone in an attempt to toughen her up. I think goals are important in this way because it gives you something set to work towards and direction to your actions.

So the next day, I woke up for scripture study. We were reading out of the Book of Mormon. Mama Delia’s mom died and so she took a couple of days off. She was really upset about this, as I am sure it would be for anyone, but being at the orphanage, I would assume it gives you some very interesting perspective as you care for some kids who have no parents. And being (I am guessing) in your 50’s to have a living mom for that long is such a blessing when there are12 year olds who are essentially alone and someone is paid to be their mom. Delia gets paid to be Mama delia… it is a responsibility and not just a job. As a result there was no mama, so Adril became Papa Adril. I was impressed how well he lead the scripture study, calling on the kids to read and quizzing them on what they just read. However, they were scrambling for the rest of the morning to get things together and themselves ready for school. They all left close to 8 and were all late for school. Last time I was there, they sat down for breakfast but this time they ate standing and grabbed 2 rolls on the way out. Breakfast is always this oatmeal stuff (cinnamon) that is so good and 2 pieces of bread. It is hard for me to wake up and sometimes I need something to look forward to wake up, and this breakfast gives me something to look forward to waking up. Later in the morning I taught adril some piano lessons. This was a really good learn how to teach music effectively because we are starting music lessons soon. Then I went to help out in the kitchen with cutting. It was hard to help out when I didn’t really know what I was doing. It felt like it was more work to show me what to do then leave me to the peeling and cutting of potatoes that ended in interesting shapes when they should have been squares. This was the beginning of getting the gist of what they think about Americans. But it was really amusing and funny and interesting to see their interactions. I loved it when they laughed. Mama gladys came for the morning to help cook lunch and dinner. I especially loved it when she laughed because whatever she was laughing at was hilarious. After hilario, the other volunteer (I AM SO GRATEFUL for this other volunteer. It is seriously a tender mercy that I could work with her because I have learned so much from her. The sunflower experience has been complete with her presence) and I went to Urubamba (the city) to look at piano music and other supplies. Hilario was really moody and it took a while to get him to explain himself. He often gets like that. Sometimes it is frustrating, but really we don’t have any right to be frustrated with him because who has ever taught him to express his feelings in words and not silent treatments. I got him pencils. We made a deal. He would draw me a picture of the orphanage and I would get him a music device (which ended up being an mp4). So here is the background on him: he had a firework blow up on his hand last year. He was in the hospital for a couple of days. He said it was so painful he wanted to die. So he has pretty much not been able to use his right hand (his eating hand, writing hand, and dominant working hand). It has been a hard year for him I think because he hasn’t been able to do a lot of things because his hand hurts so much. He has been sad. And music keeps him energized. I prefaced this deal with nothing in life is free, he needs to work for what he earns. And that I don’t have a lot of money. He carried around my ipod all week and killed the battery everyday. In this way, I think music is life saving because it encourages hope even when that hope comes by a change of state of mind through music’s energy. He gave me 2 drawings the night before I had to leave. And I gave him his mp4 kit, journal, and a chocolate bar. Now Hilario is not someone that is gushy with appreciation, but he was sincerely appreciative… 2 hugs within the minute! That is rare. But anyways, when he got moody, I shrugged it off. Let him be moody, then tried to talk to him not about how he was feeling just about different things and the conversation would always revert back to why he wasn’t feeling up to par a couple of minutes ago. It was a surprisingly effective strategy. When we got home we ate lunch. The younger kids had to get back to school to rehearse dances for their celebration the next day. But because there was no “real” parental figure (mama delia wasn’t there), they couldn’t go because there was no communication with papa leo. Adril said no to letting them go and the kids were disappointed but accepted this fate, which I was really impressed with. After talking with Adril, he was convinced that if suki and I went with the kids and came back at 5 then they could go. Well it took about an hour to get everyone together, but by 4 we were at the school. The kids at the school loved suki, and loved saying her name because in quechua supe means fart. Its horrible because Peruvian names are so hard for me to remember, and the girls always quizzed me on what their names were and I felt bad because I finally started to solidify them the last day. But the school kids were super cute because they loved to talk to us in English, well say “my name is… and good… and how are you”. The kids were also really cute in their dances. I was really impressed that they knew so many dances and some of them did them so naturally. Some boys were goofing off but they were hilarious. One of the girls ended up being in a dance that lasted until 5:30 (and the orphanage is about a 20 minute walk) so I stayed with her and suki took the other kids back to the orphanage. Well, we are walking up to the orphanage and Hilario and edy were on the bikes coming down. Mr. yeri was missing. And this freaked me out because 3 of the boys ran away a couple of weeks ago. 2 of them came back (one was yerri’s brother) but one of them ran away for good. I didn’t want Yerri gone for good. No way. But for some reason adril wasn’t worried. Different boys said that he was different places so it just seemed like no one really knew what they were talking about. It turned out that he had gone to the tia’s house, and then went to a friends and came back halfway through dinner. I felt bad for him because he walked in looking like he knew that he did something wrong. And then everyone was like … yerri!!! And then later that night he got into a fight with another boy and they were shoving and punching each other. And when the older boy was ripping at his face I couldn’t handle it and broke them apart (well tried). And he stayed crying in a corner. It seemed like it was a rough night for him. But he refused to be comforted. Which I think is a really interesting response… but almost predictable considering there is one mama over 22 kids. I am sure a lot of stuff gets thrown under the table unnoticed just simply because of the ratio in numbers. And then they are taught to not go to someone to be comforted, especially the boys, and especially, especially after a fight.

Zila: Zila was my girl the first time I went to the orphanage. We became friends right away and I couldn’t leave her side. We rough-housed on the lawn and made bracelets. We danced at the farewell. She always sat next to me or on my lap. I don’t like that I had a favorite, but she was definitely my favorite. So in going back the second time I was going back to see her among the others. And I was so disappointed to find that she was not there because her mom and come to pick her up. Well, this was a good thing, but you know how all the kids are in the orphanage for a reason, well because of this I didn’t completely trust why her mom had come to pick her up. And for this I was questionably glad for her and her younger brother and older sister who had also been picked up. Well they only moved down the street to the orphanage. So they still went to the same school as the other kids. So I got to see her at school the 2^nd time I was there. Excpt she was really quiet and neither of us really knew what to say other than to sit next to each other. Not to mention she had literally grown a foot or two taller. So this time (another 2 feet taller-amazing), I went to her house, and she was again really quiet and I didn’t know what to say past how are you. How is your family. But when I went to school, did she open up. And then she never left my side. And I felt all the worry, uncertainty, and sadness vaporize. And I loved that she still wanted to hold my hand even though she was 12. And I met her mom and her puppy. And they seem taken care of. She would have always been my girl but I am glad she considers me her girl too.

Later this night, we had a girls night. Despite all the hair-pulling that we had put adril through, we wanted to have a girls night with the girls. We told them at dinner and they were so excited. Suki pulled out some makeup and some Justin bieber and I brought the bracelet making and nailpolish. It was really cute to see them so excited doing girl things. They especially liked putting on makeup. We were thinking that maybe this was the first time some of them have put on makeup. Porfita was the photographer for the night.. and she captured it pretty well. One of my favorite pictures is judy jamming out on the piano. Margot esp liked playing the piano but evelin said she wanted to learn it. I wanted to teach them music lessons but I never got to doing that. I wish there was a written routine that they had to follow, but its rather just they have to do what mama delia says and it seems like sometimes it is just an endless list of chores. Which stinks when you have big plans to do different activities. That is why my for real goal is to learn Spanish and go back. I think that would be a whole different experience.

Papa edgar came by that night to talk to adril… him and suki and I were going to make French fries for dinner because dinner was cow feet soup… something neither suki or I wanted to eat in the slightest bit, but because papa edgar talked to adril for a couple hours, me and suki couldn’t get into the kitchen (it gets locked at 9)… and so we had a chocosoda pack for dinner (4 chocolate cookies). It was so cold. I couldn’t even walk on the floor it was that cold. In the morning and nights, it was bone chilling (only because I wasn’t prepared for that weather with my wardrobe) if I had warmer clothes than it would only have been cold but not bone chilling.

The next morning, I missed 6 am scripture study and found the doors were locked. I was disappointed, but it made me read my scriptures personally. Which was good. I helped the kids hurry up to get ready for school. I think they had gotten in trouble yesterday because they went quicker but they were still running late. Only maria needed help with her hair and getting changed everyone else didn’t want any help. Hilda let me pick out her bow and try to comb her hair but other than that everyone was independently free spirited. Mama delia still didn’t come and gladys had to work so there was no mama. Papa adril asked me and suki to cook lunch and dinner for everyone. Yes, first of all I don’t really cook a variety of American foods. Secondly, I don’t (we don’t) know how to cook any decently good Peruvian food. We were brainstorming bananas and scrambled eggs. But the older boys thankfully had a better second plan. They made mormon soup, which was funny that they called it that. It had huge chunks of potatoes, peanut blend, and vegetables, and noodles… kind of like pad thai. Papa adril let me into the office (he had a key) well before that we sat down and had a conversation! This is only exciting because his Spanish is difficult for me to understand and he doesn’t like to repeat what he says very many times so its more like you get it or you don’t… no easy way out. One of the things that I told him I have a lot of questions on how the orphanage is run, but I don’t know how to say them… so when I learn Spanish I am coming back to ask those questions. We talked about the kids that left since the last time I was there. Six 6 left since the last time I was there (and one more left the same day I left). We talked about where they are and why they are there. As it turns out, most of the kids have parents. So the parents can take their kids back home with them. All but one of the kids went to live with their families. He was with papa Juan helping out on his plot of land. Papa Juan is mama delia’s husband. He is the oldest brother of three boys. All the boys are really small except according to their documents they are old, like 15 and 16. Which they look 10. Kind of boggles my mind why that is so. Adril let me look their binders about their history. Most of the stories I already knew but putting their faces to their stories was sad. Most of them, it seemed like, came from some form of abuse from their parents who were too poor to care for them. Hilarios binder was missing. Some of the kids had books that they had written about before and during their time at Girasol. I can’t imagine having some of the images that they have with me forever. I would hope to assume that they forget about them and don’t think about them on a daily basis. Suki woke up late this morning. 

Carlos pulled out pictures from a past group and it was so interesting to hear them talk about the pictures and the people in the pictures. Carlos fell in love with one of the girls from the last group so everyone is always teasing him about her… but he likes it. I didn’t journal from here on out…so everything is mixed together… so though it might not have made sense until now, it might make less sense from here on out. Every day I have Hilario time and just talk to him. One of the most rewarding times have been these times, because I can put together his sentences and make sense of what he is saying. He is really helpful about this because he doesn’t conjugate when I start getting lost and will talk with infinitive verbs… which is a huge help. One day he talked about boxing, another his hand, another his muscles (which on the good hand is so oddly shaped and big I can’t even look because its gross to me), another America, another his family-to-be (he is in the process of being brought to the states to get an education… I believe he is unable to be adopted-either because he is too old or because he doesn’t have birth certificate), another music, and another about the future. One of the girls here in Piura I am partnering up with and we are going to research what happens to orphans when they leave the orphanage. For this and the connection with some of the older boys I want to really go forward with this. Because it is almost shocking how the reality of their transitional phase. In the kitchen preparing food, mama delia walks in and starts taking charge. Everyone’s shoulders went down in relief. The next day some of the girls said that mama delia was having a really rough time and was crying in the morning. She has a lot over her head. She is the kind of person that makes you feel extremely humbled observing her load of responsibilities and how she handles them. She is extremely intimidating when she is dishing/yelling commands. But I think it is also cultural to use a loud, stern tone doesn’t mean you are getting yelled out. I feel like I always need to tip-toe around her when she is commanding, but her face softens over when me or suki need to say something to her. And I am guessing you have to be strict and keep the kids in check when there are 19 kids under the age of 16 who have lists and lists of chores to complete and homework that needs helping. When I got scared of mama delia I thought about the nurse in Romania who sounded like she was yelling at me, but was really saying thanks for holding that baby, would you come back tonight and put him to sleep. Another reason to learn Spanish. The kids came home and did some more chores. Sometimes they just disappear doing their chores… like watering plants at the top of the mountain… or something like that. I went with 3 of the boys to collect a certain kind of sticks. We started by climbing up this mountain (the orphanage is surrounded by ginormous mountains… bigger than utah) I feel like I am in a painting it is unreal. Then we starting going down… going down was the scary part because of a tramatic experience in Romania. In Romania, we were climbing (sliding) down a mountain but it had been raining so it was extremely slippery. Sometimes the trail was long before there was anything to stop you, so I was picking up speed expecting someone who had his arms out to stop my momentum. However this speed alarmed him so right as I am reaching out he pulls back and I go tumbling down into pricklers. It haunted me for some reason that I would keep tumbling and not be able to stop. So I half slid sitting down and half walked really carefully. Then we climbed up some more… got the branches, and down again. It was really pretty scenery though. I am amazed at the kids willingness to get stuff done. They don’t seem particularly excited, but they don’t seem phased either. Suki and I left early and then the older kids (in colegio) met us down there. It took about 2 hours for it to actually start… waiting for the teacher to show up and bring the costumes. In that 2 hours parents were sitting down around the dancing area and kids were zooming around and pulling me and suki in all directions. Suki found a toddler that didn’t have a mom and he wouldn’t leave her side… it was really cute. And then when it was time to migrate we both got nervous because we didn’t know who the child’s mom was. But luckily she appeared out of nowhere. This same thing happened when we were walking next to 2 little girls in the street. (we moved from the school dance place to the plaza in the middle of town). I met them earlier and so I knew their names… but they were also motherless. We carried them the rest of the night (one of them was really tiny)… and got nervous at the end because no mother to take them… then she appeared out of nowhere. She was probably watching them through the night… I hope. There was a parade in moving from the school to the plaza. The drum players played their drums and all the kids danced. They loved getting into their costumes. When the car pulled in with all of the costumes, the kids swarmed and then the car had to stop where it was because it couldn’t get any farther without running someone over. Little Mary Carmen sat on my shoulders. Her largely protruding, feeling swollen belly made me sad. I think she was malnourished because the rest of her was so tiny. The kids were so cute in their dances. I wish I had a video recording. Sometimes people in peru don’t seem amused with kid cuteness like foreigners do over their babies. So it was really funny to see the whole crowd cracking up when the little, little kids danced because they were so cute, and they went in the wrong directions and tumbled into each other. They were just simply cute. After it was done the crowd shouted for more we migrated back to the school and the kids did the same and more dance back at the school. Two of the older boys who came said they didn’t like the dances but it was so funny to watch them watching and laughing at some parts. I felt like saying, “I told you so.” It was really interesting to watching the older kids in colegio interacting with other kids because I only ever see them with the kids from the orphanage. They didn’t want to walk with me or suki, which was sad, but normal at the same time… so good in that way. And it was way weird to see the older, older boys talking to their friends because we don’t ever see that. We got back way past everyone’s bed time. I walked up with Hilda and adril. Hilda was so full of energy it was so, so funny. Watching Hilda become this chatterbox… was really precious. She has never been the joker or loud one (to me), but man is this girl hilarious. She was teasing adril about his loves. Walking up the hill with her gave me flashbacks of the year before in our sleepovers at the grandmothers house then walking down the hill in the dark and up the hill in the morning. We reminisced about the lightening and not having a light and running down the hill the whole way because we were both scared. We all got back way passed everyone’s bedtime. I can see why the kids don’t have a problem with going to bed way early because it is tiring when you wake up way early. Not to mention it was freezing… so all during the dancing I was looking forward to getting into bed with the blankets. The next day the kids had to do the same thing again at 8. You would think, oh it’s the weekend, no school, no waking up at 5… but Saturday is no special day. The kids were all up at 5 doing their daily chores. It was mama delia’s bday the next thurs… and because of her recent loss, me and suki wanted to have a party for her with the kids… a surprise. So that morning we didn’t go to the dances but went with hilario to go get 2 cakes. The cake finding took a really long time. There are not many shops in urubumba I feel like. There is a huge Mercado, but not a huge variety of stores. It could just be that I am biased because there are way more stores and public transportation in Piura… I think that is it. We found one cake that was frosted really beautifully. But there was only one and it would take almost 2 hours to make a second one, which don’t ask me why it would take that long because there were other cakes that we just wanted to see if the lady would frost. So we bought one plain and one frosted and wrote on the frosted on happy birthday. Later we come to find out, the frosted one was the same as the plain one only a piece of circle board on the top. Talk about overpricing. Yes. Since we wanted this to be a surprise for everyone, that wasn’t really possible, so we told adril and hilario and let the kids on the party for mama delia. Before lunch we asked mama delia if we could have a party for the kids. She wanted to have it after dinner but we kindly insisted that it should be after lunch. So then we retreated back to suki’s room and blew up 50 balloons and made a large feliz ^temprano cumpleanos mama delia sign. Then we rounded up the kids for lunch. After lunch mama delia was telling them to leave the kitchen to go do something… but once they would leave adril would tell them to come back in. It was really confusing mama delia. Adril sat all the kids down and gave them a talk about the chores they needed to finish today. Then he turned to mama delia and told her he needed to talk to her… she left with a confused look on her face. Adril did well, I was so proud. Once she left we told the kids the plan. They had to run to suki’s room and collect the balloons. The quickly discovered that the balloons were very fragile and so they popped easily… and when they popped candy came out. (we filled them with candy… mini piñatas). But the older kids put the balloon poppers in their place. We moved a table and a chair so mama delia could sit there and put the sign above where she would sit. The balloons were oh so fragile. And each time one popped the kids scrambled for the candy. Before we gave them a run down on how we would surprise her, adril came up the pathway saying mama delia was coming. So we all got in our seats. (these moments were just chaos) and when she came in the door we yelled happy birthday! Her face was priceless. As they lead her to her seat and sat down, she was tearing up. It was so precious. They sang happy birthday to her then hilario presented her with a cake and she blew out one candle. She was slightly crying. Then the kids came up one at a time to say happy birthday then give her a kiss. I think that meant a lot to her. Then I tried to give a speech. Well I told adril to and he began by saying… wait I forgot what you wanted me to say. So I spoke and then told adril what to say at the end. I think the point got across. Then we served the kids 2 slices, one of the plain and one of the decorated. Then they popped the balloons. It was a mad house for 10 seconds. And in those 10 seconds all the balloons were popped. We have a picture were adril is sneaking off with his balloons and hiding them in the kitchen. I think that was a hit for the kids. Then after they finished eating they were up and at’m and gone doing some chores. I went with Romario and Rodrigo to go wash his clothes down by the river. We carried Rodrigo in the wheelbarrow and made sure to bounce over all the bumps on the path. He made a sand castle when we got to the river. I didn’t think it was very healthy for the river to pour in soapy water, but nonetheless they do this quite frequently. Its easier to do it in the river than at the orphanage or grandmothers house because you can always count on there being water, but its pretty far away so it’s a lot of work carrying the clothes back to the orphanage because that goes up a hill. We washed in color increments. We didn’t wash very thoroughly but everything got scrubbed and soaped. It began to get dusk while we were washing and a little chilly because the water was so cold, but it was so peaceful. I was thinking it would be a hassle to hand scrub your clothes every time in a river that is kind of far away. We didn’t talk for a while...rodrigo was building a sand castle a little farther away and singing. Then I asked romario what he liked to do. He surprised me by saying he liked to draw. For some reason I didn’t see him as a drawer-er. He also likes to study science in school. I told him if he draws me a picture then I can give him something. The next day he and eddy gave me pictures they had drawn. They did this twice and got 2 chocolate bars. They drew some incan men… I was impressed. One of eddy’s drawings was a mom and her son. I was really impressed with this drawing. It was really good. There was a bird between the two of them and the mom is looking at her son longingly. It made me wonder what inspired this picture. I would be really interested in knowing what. Romario is an interesting boy. He often is the one getting in the fights and he likes to dress like the older kids but he is a gentle soul and really patient. On the way back up to the orphanage he taught me how to make a real loud whistle. And now I am so proud of it. It took 15 minutes. We paused right where we were. This whistle requires grabbing your lower lip and sucking in. At one point I was making this weird sucking in noise and so Romario grabbed my lip and was like “asi, asi”. It made me feel better that Rodrigo couldn’t do it either. Romario and Rodrigo are brothers. Since being there the third time I loved watching Rodrigo open up. Both of them are really funny boys. Then they tried teaching me how to spin the tops.There are spinning top toys and you wrap the string around (what looks like a dradel) and then you shoot it off and it spins and they like to pick it up and keep it spinning on their hands. Well, it is much harder than it looks to keep it spinning on your hand. Then when we eventually got back to the orphanage.  I watched a man do hair wraps and learned how to do simple ones. So I did hair wraps on the girls while they watched the soap opera… about a boy in a hospital who was getting drugged. I was talking to Suki later how we think they watch things that are too old for them. One of the boys was a servant boy who was beaten. When he came to the orphanage he had scars on his head. (this is just the info I know) If they have that kind of past, I don’t know how they can watch these shows and not have that memory stirred. Hilario was suppose to come watch a movie with us. Papa leo came with his family and pulled him aside to talk to him. He seemed upset at first but then totally fine. I played volleyball with Margot and he joined in with us. Margot and I played for about an hour. Me and suki moved into the same room together so their family could have enough rooms to stay. I am glad we moved in together halfway through the week because we always stayed up late and then it was hard to wake up, but it was fun so it was worth out. I don’t know if I could have lasted a week though of late nights and early mornings. On Sunday morning. Mama Unice woke us with a knock, knock, knock on the door to tell us that they are making pancakes at grandmothers house. So we quickly got ready and met the kids outside. They were in their work clothes… because of course they had to do chores on Sunday as well. They looked surprised to see me in church clothes (I am guessing because I wore the same pants and sweater all week) I like the mornings but I don’t because it seems like they take awhile for some of them to warm up…(to me). So by the afternoon we are having blast… just in the morning it goes as far as “Buenos dias”. Then Suki and I left for grandmothers house. Leo’s family was getting ready (washing their hair in the sink… and putting on nice clothes) so we ate before them. The pancakes were absolutely amazing. We spread jelly on them and even got some hot chocolate and some mango juice. I tried helping clean the dishes but willy didn’t want very much help. It took awhile for him to open up to me. I think this day was the beginning of him feeling like he could talk to me. Later he said that he liked the pancakes but he would rather have had the breakfast at the orphanage because those are larger portions. And he likes to eat large amounts of food. Then the kids met us outside abuelita’s house and half of us walked to the bus and some of them went in papa Leo’s truck. I was surprised to see some of them dressed so nicely. I was really glad almost everyone went to church because normally the boys have to go to school. But it was the only day of the entire year they had a vacation. So they didn’t really have a class to go… but they made it work. I just hope it was worth it for them. We walked in… and it felt like I never left Peru. I played the piano during sacrament meeting. I asked mama delia and she asked the men sitting on the stands and they said no… but then when they opened up the meeting they motioned me up to play the piano. Yay preparation. So I opened up the book and didn’t understand the name and hoped I would recognize it when I started playing. Good thing all the songs they picked that morning were easy ones. I was going to sit with the kids but then I sat next to the sister missionary on the stand and watched my kids and the audience the whole time. Hilario passed the sacrament and I was really grateful for that. I was really grateful that he was worthy to do that even though he goes to school every other Sunday. I was talking to willy later and I suggested to him that maybe he could receive the sacrament with the other boys who don’t go to church at night. He insisted that that is not allowed. But I gave him an example of a couple that couldn’t get to church because of physical ailments and so the boys would come over to their house and give them the sacrament. That way they could still receive the sacrament even if they couldn’t go to church. After sacrament meeting, I talked to Yovanna (the primary pres) I love her because she gets all my packages and gives them to the kids. She wanted me to visit her in her house but I told her I don’t have very much time. Looking back that I only spent 1 week, seems almost ridiculous because its such a short amount of time, but so much happened in that one week. After sacrament meeting, I couldn’t decide where to go. I helped get the kids to their classes. I felt torn because I wanted to be with the kids and I didn’t want to go to adult class. So I started with the young kids then moved to the older kids, then went upstairs with the older boys but eventually joined suki with the adults. I don’t know what was the matter with me, I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go. Its not like I could understand any class better than another. Then I went to primary with Christopher, Maria, Matias, and Moroni. Matias and moroni are part of leo’s extended family. I am really grateful for Leo because I feel apart of his family because I know most of them. We talked about temples. I sang “I love to see the temple” in English and then we all sang it in Spanish. It got a little crazy with all of the little kids and choosing colored pencils. But hermana yovanna kept her cool so it was okay. And then we sweeped and mopped and headed out. On my way out a man stopped me and started talking to me… he was talking to the kids… and about the gavancho family… I didn’t understand… but I think I got the gist of it… and it was really weird/uncomfortable for me. And then we drove back in the bus. That bus ride was slightly sad for me because I was thinking about going and leaving the mountains. But then I pushed that aside and talked to the girls. When we got home, we ate! Then the rest of the day started as a lazy Sunday. But then it was announced that we were going to clean abuelita’s house as a service project. So we changed and walked there. And took everything out of her house… even her refrigerator and we started scrubbing, scrubbing. The water went out halfway so we had to retrieve water from another member of the family’s house about 5 minutes away. Ronald was the chief water retriever. He used buckets and brought 3 of them up in a wheelbarrow. Ronald is such a funny kid, and he was just starting to open up. Goal: learn to understand Spanish, come back and “research” on these kids and other kids in orphanages. The water was everywhere. In the beginning it was hard to know what to do, but I learned if you were doing something wrong they would tell you and if you were doing something productive then they wouldn’t say anything. After we were finally finished it looked completely turned around and refurbished and so much better. I was so proud of everyone. I think it took 3-5 hours. My job was scrubbing the dishes and refrigerator. Some of the things we pulled out were so disgusting. I was proud of everyone for being such a good sport about it. Abuelita is up and walking every morning, but she is fragile and cannot clean her house on her own. It was really funny though, she was like the people on the tv shows who hoard a lot of unnecessary things and don’t want to get ride of them. She didn’t want to get rid of anything. She would take stuff that was moved outside already. She was getting so frustrated. Her whole house was in the yard and she wanted to keep all of it. Papa leo and edgar had to talk to her and tell her not to take things that were outside because we needed to clean them and get rid of some of them because there was no room for some of them. She is such a cute lady. She gave us chocla (I think that is what it is called) Its cooked corn… but they are huge pieces of corn. And it is my favorite. After we finished cleaning I washed my hair for the first time since coming and we played and took pictures. Mama gladys is pregnant. Hilario put a balloon in his stomach and called himself pregnant, then yemilie did it, and then suki and then I did it. Hilario didn’t want to pose as a pregnant women for the pictures, but he was funny. That night was so fun I wish we didn’t have to finish playing. We all went up in the truck. They insisted that I go in the truck… but why would I go in the truck (because it was cold outside) when all the kids were in the trunk… that didn’t make sense to me… so I refused to go inside. Hilario was being crazy and ran the whole way up with the truck. Its his dream to run marathons. The whole way up alongside is a feat. It is uphill… and it is running at the speed of a truck (which is not full speed because there are bumps in the road and so we have to go at a slower pace) but it is still full sprint. Sometimes he would lag behind but then he would speed up… at the end he beat us to the gate. Yosimar was eating his corn … I was holding it.. and I caught him at the end… sneaky boy. Then we swept out the car and lugged the water out of the truck. Then it was dinner time. We had this interesting mixture of red corn. I don’t know why I can’t remember the name right now.. but I don’t. It was interesting. I ate the boys table… which I never do… but I am glad I did because they were hilarious. Yosimar did a Michael Jackson impression. And Francisco has the funniest expressions and voices. And holy cow when Darwin loosens up he is a crazy man. They were beating each other up in the lawn later on and Darwin was jokingly freaking out… I didn’t recognize who he was being. That just goes to show kids are kids. These kids particularly have layers. But they need love. They need families. They are their own families. But they really need a parental figure teaching them the ins and outs of life. We played volleyball and lost the ball under the fence. It rolled into the field below. So margot shimmied under the fence and hilario ran to get his flashlight (it gets dark at 6… I don’t like it!) The fence is barbed wire type so they reformed it so that there is a gap between the bottom two wires so you can fit through them. The girls are really good at volleyball. Here only boys play soccer and girls play volleyball. When asked how they learn, they just learn and practice. Once hilario, Francisco, and I had a soccer game going on. We used both sides of the orphanage… hilario and Francisco against me. Totally not fair, but its okay because they don’t have any shame in making me chase them for the ball. It most of the time ends in me tripping or pushing them so I have a chance to get the ball. They are both really good. At the end they practiced the rainbow kicking. Francisco was so funny, he would land squat on his back and not be able to get up and then I would pick up the dead boy and he would do it again. I wanted to try but I felt so far from the ground and anticipated so much pain from falling on my back so I didn’t. that made me think of all the things we don’t try because we are scared to. And if we just practice, think of all the things we could accomplish.

When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.  ~Chinese Proverb

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We seek not rest but transformation. We dance through each other's doorways. -marge pierce

7-6

So this morning we walked around Almendros (where we are starting up the women’s group) while one of the other members of our group observed what people were selling (he is working with one of the ward members to increase her business while teaching some business skills). It sounds like he is focusing on her play station that kids come to use… to create loyal customers by advertising play for 1 hour 10 times and you get the last hour free. She could even use that 11^th one for free with her other business things. We met Mer. in the morning and told her that we found some teachers but not one for the 16^th, and her cousin was busy and unable to teach that day. So we were going to go around and find out what the women could do, but we decided that we were giving too much suggestions and we didn’t want to impose ideas since its not really our project. So fortunately we talked to Fer. who was walking in the street right by us and she said that we should move the class to the 23^rd. The first class is going to be an introductory class and they are going to find a teacher. I am going back on Monday to see if they have found a teacher. We suggested that they teach so they show the women by example how it is going to go. Then we came back and went to Katacous… to take pictures of bags/backpacks and other souvenir items to sell to fund for the preschool. We talked to the vendors and fortunately we can get good deals for buying a huge quantity at once. Me and one of the girls needed to use a bathroom… yes we were desperate. So we went looking for one. And found a really gross smelling one in a hallway. Good thing my nose is runny and I brought toilet paper. Anyways, we ran into the missionaries! It was quite funny. We also passed an LDS church on the way there. Its funny how things pop up and you feel right at home. We also went inside a church… not sure what religion… it was Christian. There were lots of figurine-like-statues. It was pretty school. Also their depictions of Christ were very interesting. There was a man in a wheelchair with his son who was selling candy. They were good sellers so I couldn’t resist. Good thing there were some cute kids to give the candy away to. Also 2 bracelets were given away... to boys so good thing we made boy-colored bracelets. Then we took a bus back to Tacala and stopped for lunch at a vegetarian place… and ate some really good food. I don’t know what the name was… but it was oh so good. Then we got a treat and started walking home. We stopped at the rehab center… the administrative lady took us down to the director and we sat and talked with 2 of the ladies in charge. And they were so nice. They are going to take us to an orphanage with children with disabilities. So hopefully we can start that Friday in the afternoons. Ashlee told them about our organization and we told them about our backgrounds. Also as a side note some people from the ward took a video of us today and apparently that is going to be on tv… so that is really good that help is getting publicized. They were very happy for volunteers. They gave us this peruvian drink called chi-cha (not sure of spelling). When we said thankyou… they said no thank you. When we said thank you for your time… they said oh thank you so much for coming here. They were just so extremely appreciative and open to whatever and whenever we could come. I mean really… we just walked in… sat in with the directors… and they welcomed us like we were long friends. I love the hospitality. In the beginning the group was facing “wait, you don’t have money to give us. Then we don’t want your help” ,  so it is nice when you come across people who value time like money. Then we walked home. And I am feeling slightly feverish… maybe from the sun so I tried to rest. But we had Spanish lessons (today watching harry potter in Spanish with English subtitles). And then dinner. And then I worked on the preschool blog. Which you should look at… and perhaps consider buying something! Exactly a week until I will be with my kids. There are jumping beans in my stomach thinking of that!!!!!!!!! But I feel horrible because I still don’t understand Spanish. That was my goal. And it didn’t happen. And when I get there… I know that will just eat my insides having to say que... como… mas despacio. But its okay… at least I can be there. I am so excited. What makes you excited? Does that excitement give you purpose in life? If it doesn’t, what does? What is excitement? I think of it like anticipation to feeling happiness. And being happy because you know that you will be happy for that thing you are excited for. And then isn’t that what life sort of revolves around… finding happiness and being happy? Not to say, that sadness and hardships aren’t any less part of being happy. Because I think that hugely shapes happiness. What do you think? Thinking is good to do.

7-7

Today was a seven seven day. Aka… a really good day. It started at 5:45 when we were awakened for zumba (one of the ladies volunteered to teach us). It was a no-show. But I never went because I didn’t think my body could handle waking up that early. It took awhile to fall back asleep… but do not fear, I most definitely did and did not want to wake up at 7:20 (when we always wake up-for breakfast at 7:30). After a hotdog sandwhich breakfast, interjection: a typical breakfast in peru involves meat, we came back and studied some. Then I went with another girl to this preschool that she found at a barbeque fundraiser held by teachers. The teacher had said how they needed desks and chairs. So we went to observe the classroom and assess the needs. However, we didn’t even knock… and walked right in… I was slightly against that. We tried talking to the teacher amongst the chaos of little children pouring out their lunch boxes and climbing on broken tables to find that they loan the desks and chairs from another school and it has to be returned by November. They are hoping by then the government can give them their own desks and chairs. The teacher said, though, that they contact the government every year and don’t get any response. Perhaps, there could be something we could do to quicken that or maybe get a response. There was one new student with a disability. She was crying (screaming) the whole time… which increased the volume level of all the children… and the entire classroom. We asked if we could stay for the next hour to help. She okayed that idea so we sang “cabeza, hombros, piernas y pies” and taught them alphabet. Some of them were extremely quiet and others extremely loud. Thuy (the girl that I went with) gathered them around a poster that had all the letters of the alphabet. It was really cute. There was one girl I picked up and held… I kept asking her to repeat the letters to me until she did. I really liked holding her. They came alive when we sang with them. Hopefully we can go back and teach a couple times a week. It depends on what our group wants to do. Then we came back just in time to go to the other preschool in villa chulucanos. It was really, really fun. We learned about animals and their sounds. I tried teaching them this one activity from my learning how to teach p.e. class… but it didn’t go so well and it ended up as a tag, run away from the bear, act like a dog game. It got them really energized. But the teacher there as of last week said we needed to show the kids more affection because they really needed it. So I think that this week was a good week because we did. On the way out, we were able to meet with the “leader” of the community and talk more about the preschool/community center. I am hoping to start up a women’s group like the one we are trying to put together in almendros. The few women we talked to today know a various amount of skills like doll making, ceramics, jewelry, and other crafts. They showed us the ceramics and dolls. So now each bag comes with a traditional set of finger sized dolls. Then the same media crew that came to interview us yesterday came to V.C. (villa chulacanos) and interviewed the “leaders” and us and so we talked about what project we are doing there. And BEST of all, as of today, we are going to be able to build the school FOR SURE! This is super exciting!!!!!!! We have had a very kind sponsor… who said he would make up the rest of what we cannot raise. So everyone has 2 weeks to send in money and purchase bags… because we need to start building so that we can finish before we go! (it takes 2-4 weeks to build a one-room school). Thank you to all those who purchase a bag/other peru item. You are directly making a difference to this community. And they want to thank you. Then after interviews we walked back, and it was a bunch of Peruvian students who speak little English and fluent Spanish so our conversations were very interesting. One little girl who pretended to be a dog so well wrapped her skinny little body around me before we left. Her sister, Karla was the one that was scared of me. She almost started crying again today. I wish we could spend more time there so she could warm up to us. I don’t like that she is scared of us. One shy little girl warmed up… actually 3! It was really exciting! So then we came back in time for our adult ESL meeting… which the plan was to hand out flyers. However, 4 of us went to rehabilitation center to volunteer with a speech and physical therapist. I went to the speech therapist with another girl. I was surprise that there weren’t more kids. At first it was one at a time, then there were 2. And then there were 3. And I was surprised at the amount of Spanish we understood. She explained to us a ton in Spanish... what she does, her background, her age, the kids, their abilities, why they aren’t “normal” and what she is working on with them, how she assesses them. I was really happy to see an assessment chart. The first little girl was 4, I believe, and was nonverbal. The therapist said she didn’t understand… but that makes me question the teacher’s ability to see her true potential. We practiced saying things from a book. She tapped/hit her hands on the table… which I think the therapist was working towards revamping that action into verbal communication. She loved honey… so the therapist used honey to get her to move her tongue around and lick her lips… this helps in expressing language. We basically working on trying to say vowels. The second boy… I think had cerbral palsy… his smile was absolutely priceless. He reminded me of Mihai from Romania. The whole experience took me back to Romania. I felt some similar emotions flood back. It made me feel like crying… for being happy and sad at the same time. I forget so much about the orphanage (in Romania) but being with the kids today made me remember my kids in Romania… and remember how difficult it was and how knowledge-less I felt. I am not sure I want to be a teacher anymore. I think I want to go into special education… cerebral palsy specifically really interests me… especially when the kids are cognitively present and at the level according to age, but their bodies limit their perceived intelligence level and ability. (as least the mild-severe prognosis I have been exposed to) There was another 2 year old who was born at 6 months with a twin… but her twin died. Her mom was intensely inspiring. She was so good and so down to earth and understanding, yet not even aware of her own incredibleness… that kind of person. Her little girl can’t ever be on her own… ever. She can’t sit on her own.. she can only sleep on her own. It made me think of how much work…. Well actually imagine how much work that would be… how much dedication that requires… and ultimately how much patience and love with no expectations. She sat in the therapist’s lap for the first time today. Then another girl came in with autism. We played with blocks and made noises with them. She reminded me of mada and georgi. Holy cow I miss them. Another girl in her 20’s came in and Melinda helped her do her homework. Tomorrow some of us get to go to an orphanage for children with disabilities. And I have been waiting all week for this. I think between the next month of volunteer hours I will have a better idea of where I want to go in school. Then we walked back. Meanwhile, I can’t really breathe… im a little clogged. But today was a “cold” day… really it was just not hot. So it felt so good to get some fresh, without sun, air. Then dinner and a 2 and a half hour long meeting to discuss our projects. We have about 20 projects going on right now. Some larger than others. So we are working on assessing what is most important for the group with the amount of time we have left. A month sounds like a lot of time, but really its not, especially in developing something, its not enough time to get something started… to generalize. We found out the preschool could be built tonight. All in all, it was a very thought-provocative seven-seven day, and now I am going to watch harry potter in Spanish. Still working on that.

Basic research is what I am doing when I don't know what I am doing. -Wernher von Braun

song of the day: Te amo by makano

                 This is how I think most of us feel. We don´t exactly know what we are doing, but we figure it out by talking to people... or trying to talk to people. And questions just come up on their own. And logistics are spread so that we can analyze what we should-shouldn´t can-and can´t do. That happened today. hermana luzby took us to a lady in the ward.. who bore a beautiful testimony on sunday (with her daughter) . She cuts hair. We walked over to her house... and in her front room there is a beauty looking parlor. She also sells some hair supplies. We set up a class for her to teach the 30th of july. So we still need someone to teach next week. We were hoping that she could teach next week but she was busy then. we are going to have 3 to 5 people donate their heads (well their hair) so she can show everyone how to cut hair and they can practice on these people. We were very questionable about this idea because it doesn´t seem like that donating your hair would be something someone would want to do... but they assured us that if it is a free haircut then we will definitely have people who want to do that. She can cut men and women´s hair. Some of the materials are expensive like coloring hair, but we are not planning on giving them their own hair cutting kit, but rather teach them beginner skills to cut hair. They also assured us that the lesson in itself would be very good. The point of the women´s group is to have a mother´s support group and all the women trying to learn how to cut hair will be a really good bonding experience for everyone. So then hermana luzby brought us to the relief society president´s house... we want to teach handicrafts... and she makes bags and something else i couldn´t understand. She was on her way to the mercado but very enthusiastic about teaching how to make bags. we didn´t set a date with her because she was busy this next saturday. She offered to do it later in the afternoon the same day as the other class... but we wanted to spread out the classes more. So we think she is going to end up doing it in august. Then we walked to the ladies in charge of the women´s group and relayed this information to her. Me and lauren (the girl i am working on this project with) thought that they should be the ones to find someone to teach the skill for next week. After thinking about it, she said her cousin knew how to do crafty things because she makes something. So we just have to call her and double check on this plan but I think they will be able to put this together. For advertising... they have a car that drives around and says it over a thing that sounds like a radio. So next week we are going to announce the women´s group twice a day over the speaker... morning and afternoon. I am also hoping to go around to peoples´houses and take a second survey of what people can offer to teach and what they want to learn. We already did 30 surveys... but there is a lot more people than 30. I am really excited about this project. We have been receiving positive feedback from the women that are involved so far. They say it would be lovely for the mothers to get together... because that solves the bigger issues.  so that was this morning.

A rose can say "I love you", orchids can enthrall, but a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, yes, that says it all. -unknown

"As you walk to the boundary of your understanding into the twilight of uncertainty, exercising faith, you will be led to find solutions you would not obtain otherwise. With even your strongest faith, God will not always reward you immediately according to your desires. Rather, God will respond with what in His eternal plan is best for you, when it will yield the greatest advantage. Be thankful that sometimes God lets you struggle for a long time before that answer comes. That causes your faith to increase and your character to grow."

Richard G. Scott, The Transforming Power of Faith and Character

song of the day:

it's time, by imagine dragons.

“anyone looking into my diary expecting to find a day-by-day account of rescuing children would be stunned. it is, rather, a narrative of defeats, disappointments, unbelievable betrayals, discouragements, frustrations, obstacles, criticisms and weariness. scattered among those are the few successes that have made it all worthwhile. it has definitely been panning for gold: much effort expended and tons of sand processed to gain a few precious flakes.”

john kachelmyer,romanian child activist

Today has been one of those days. And now I have to go... but there will be a super super long post tomorrow. this is a warning now. and then I will expound on the gold and discouragment then.But lets go back a couple of days.

6-29-11

Today was a holiday so everything was closed… so we had an intense Jillian Michaels workout until my legs felt like speghetti. We were resourceful and used bricks as weights. Luego estudie mi espanol con las chicas. And then we went to the Mercado. And boy was it a little crazy. Lots of people+street/shop vendors+moto/taxis= lots of noise and chaos. I felt a glimpse of what famous people go through because everyone does double takes, stares, or says something. Okay, maybe not everyone but its enough so the people that don’t are much less than those that do. Yesterday we went to a surgery hospital to talk to the doctors about volunteer projects, but the secretary took us on a tour before we told him we are here with an organization. Essentially, because we are different (American) we could go in and organize projects without an organization. Some of the girls bought some things and we looked at keyboards for our piano lessons. Along with adult ESL classes we are going to have music classes after and private lessons for the very interested and committed to learning piano. They are going to be held at the church but open to the community. We found two vendors that sold keyboards and for a decent price compared to their normal price. Katie and I put together lesson plans this morning. You can pretty much buy anything at the Mercado: dead chickens, nail clippers, clothes, shoes, fruit, kitchenware, flee medicine, tvs, dolls…etc. Some of the group bought backpacks… I am guessing for the Manchu picchu trip. I tried this honey treat from a street vendor and it was delicious. Then we went to a bakery. When we were sitting down, this young boy comes in and asks if we want to buy a pack of gum. I said I only had 90 centimos (it costed 1 sol) but he accepted. Then he bought some bread and an inca kola. Then on our way out we saw him sitting in the cubby area of the stairs in between buildings. When I saw he bought bread, I felt bad because I could have just gave him my bread that I had just bought, but because he earned his bread, I then thought he would have enjoyed that bread much better because he earned it. I wonder how some people can survive off of their income of selling sweets like the man I bought my honey treat from… it costed 50 centimos. He sold 2 other food items that also costed 50 centimos a piece. We saw a man who had a definite limp in his walk/it looked like it was very difficult to walk… with crutches, but the crutches were way too long for him. My heart twisted a little to walk by him and pass him. There were two girls who asked for money in the Mercado so I whipped out two bracelets for them. One like the colors of the other girls, but it was tough luck for her. They really liked them. Thank you for you bracelet makers. I felt better walking away from them even though that bracelet won’t help them really… but its better than saying no and walking by them. I also saw a women and her son on the opposite side of the street with a bucket out for money. There was also a woman with a child in a wheelchair on the opposite side (because we walked to the other side right before we passed her). I have been surprised because I haven’t seen very much beggars, but when they are there, it is really sad. Especially when they have a deformed limb or disability. We visited a vocational school yesterday. This school takes in children from the streets (saves them) who would otherwise be in dangerous and hopeless circumstances and trains them with skills and academic knowledge. There was about a little less than 100… the facility was amazing. It is all run by organization donations from outside the country. There were like 6 volunteers there from Germany who had been there for 11 months and were there for one more month. We met 3 classes. One was a cooking class. The kids learn to cook then eat what they cook. They all had on aprons and chef hats. The next classroom was 14-16 year olds. Then the next one was 6-9 year olds who were doing their homework, which they quickly dropped and ran to us. The kids in general wouldn’t not stop holding our hands, so we had to take our meeting inside the director’s office because the kids wouldn’t go away… it was cute.  The school also helps prevent trafficking of children. The ladies who introduced us and showed us around were muy incredible… so self-less. To attend the school, they have to submit an application. And their activities are very structured. We wanted to play with the kids but we couldn’t disrupt their schedule. We are going back for a meeting tomorrow with them… but I don’t think I can go because I am going to the preschool, which is an hour later. But today I tried talking with a girl who was at the backpack-selling stand. We both talked a little bit of the other language... but we managed to communicate. I am learning that there is a universal language. Then we went to run different errands. Then dinner with hermana luzbi… of which was a huge plate of chicken, rice, and some kind of beans. Luzbi kills and sells chickens as a business. Two days ago I walked to the back to see blood dripping from upside down chickens hanging by their feet. She had just slit their throats… which she said is the same amount of pain as killing them all at once. Then she put them in boiling water… then put them in a de-feather machine. Which looks like the big metal box in Matilda that had pointy things coming out of all ends… after they get completely de-feathered by the machine… she says “pollo!!!” And that is what we eat… fresh chicken. She asked if we want a turn to kill the chickens. I passed. Sorry for that graphic description. It is morbidly interesting. She started her business through a micro finance loan. We were looking into teaching business lessons. One of the group members is an accountant student…. So I wanted to help him in that endeavor because I think that is so interesting… and it can do a lot for an individual.

Yesterday… I went to ESL in the morning. I started with the little kids… and we split them up into groups… but then the teacher asked me to go to other little kids to help her teach them. So a class of 40 kids… I tried to teach them vocab words… and it was the insanest classroom I have ever been in. The kids were absolutely adorable and could get away with anything with me, but they were so loud and rambunctious. But the teacher was able to keep them under control. I think it was second grade? At one point I asked them to repeat something to me… and they said it… I said repeat it again… and they did... then they kept saying it louder and louder until they were chanting it… I couldn’t help but laugh… unfortunately that encouraged them… and the teacher told them they would have to stay in for detention until 5 if they didn’t quiet down. They all gasped and stopped chanting (School gets out for them at 1)… so that is a very long detention. At the end there was a girl and a boy they were just beating on each other (in a joking but serious way) and they were hilarious and so cute. Then I went to a preschool… in a less off community with no running water. Two of the girls put together a project to build a preschool. The room was dusty and dirty… and they really need a room. They roof sounded like it was going to blow off… and because it is aluminum it heats up the room and causes a really bad heat effect with the sun. We taught them the alphabet in Spanish. They drew pictures of the letter on their pieces of their papers. I don’t think some of them understood the concept though. I made little Karla cry. Her sister said she was scared of me. It was really sad. I felt really bad. But the more I tried to help her not be scared of more… the more she got scared. Hopefully she won’t remember that she is scared of me tomorrow. One of the boys reminded me of yeri from cusco and I loved that. I am trying to soak in every minute. I love it here. I guess I am in still phase 1 of culture shock, but the people and kids and just so friendly. Did I say that I love it here?

7-3-11

The weekend has passed and I can say I feel much better acquainted with where we are at because I can navigate to different places. I am going to start backwards so I don’t forget things. Tonight we had a meeting with Ernesto. He has been a huge help to us in helping us know Piura, make contacts, and know the needs of the community. He is the one that introduced us to Villa Chulucanas (where the preschool is going to be). He started up an organization called AMASOL. So we are partnering up with AMASOL to do a Cancer project. Cancer is apparently the biggest killer specifically in Piura. One of the reasons is that people are not aware or they don’t wish to be aware because there is not anything they can do to prevent it. So AMASOL is teaming up with another organization to run lectures in 4 areas in universities and different communities to educate people on cancer and prevention measures. One of the biggest prevention methods is healthy eating. Most people don’t eat vegetables here, even though they can grow. Some people went to an agriculture meeting and they introduced us to Meringo trees. These trees provide a balanced source of nutrition because you can eat everything besides the roots. The seeds even purify water. It sounds like a miracle tree to me. Anyways, our job is to make pamphlets on how to do self-tests for breast cancer and contact people for a better show of people. They are also doing a walk/run come September. So basically Ernesto has been a big proponent in helping us get to know Piura. He wants AMASOL to spread throughout all of Peru. He asked up about the potential to have volunteers come from the states because he can’t spread the organization alone, but he can do it if he had volunteers to travel. Then that got me brainstorming. It would be even better to have an organization in the US that partners with AMASOL so the volunteers for that organization do individual development projects and work through AMASOL with already made contacts. I have found that everything goes smoother and actually happens through social networking. Its kind of unfortunate that we only have 2-4 months here because it takes awhile to get to know people and to grow to trust them. Like today I was brainstorming with one of the team members here about micro credit loans. I want to find people who are in dire need of some form of money assistance to improve quality of life and put their kids in school. But you can’t exactly go knocking on peoples’ doors asking if they want a loan. So we concluded that we need to start intensely social networking to find people who are ready to get a business up and running but need the money to make it happen. For example, the Bishop passed away earlier this year, and his wife needs to support their family. She has a business but we are meeting with her tomorrow to ask her questions and maybe improve the effectiveness of her business. (one of the members here is an accounting major). Tomorrow me and two others are going to talk to people about starting a woman’s group. I am hoping to also learn who would be interested in forming a women’s group to start a box bank. I did some research and Peru has a 60 something percent rate of domestic abuse. In the culture, people aren’t going to come out and say they are being abused, especially women, so we are hoping to form a strong support group so the women have some people to turn to when things get difficult or unbearable. So far we have only found 1 women’s shelter. I want to talk to them though and learn statistics and how they function. We had a meeting tonight of all our projects and we are all across the board. I feel like that is really awesome, but I don’t think that changes the most. Sometimes I wish there was a smaller group and we could just focus on one area and really brainstorm and solve problems and meet contacts for that one area. We have white boards on the walls for each day and we plan out each day of the week and what everyone is doing. Every day is full and its nice to plan out the days, but there is just so much going on, I hope it all gets done, not even done… but worked on like we make the goals to do.

Anyways, church was today. It was hard to wake up. But once I did, I took 15 minutes… not even… to get ready and go. They pulled out a keyboard… and I played the piano! There was nowhere to put the hymn book so I put it on top, but sometimes it hit buttons and then dance music would start playing… maybe even woke some people up… it woke me up. It was testimony bearing Sunday, and the men sitting on the stand all bore their testimonies first. There was a lot on the stand, so I don’t know who all of them were, but they were powerful. One of them talked about how he had a dream. It was enriching to hear how faithful and unwavering they are… cleansing. Then the congregation went and some kids went up. There was a girl that went up I was talking to last week that went up… and a boy I started talking to after church that went up as well. (they were both young) They reminded me of the youth at home… super strong. It really strengthened me to hear how they knew Christ lives. I was really impressed with some families. I can tell they are good-hearted and solid. Then Sunday school, they planned this young adult weekend with several other stakes. So we didn’t have a lesson. But I met some different girls… and understood for the most part! That part was exciting. One girl asked if I was going to go on a mission. I told her I wanted to. Then she asked why then I don’t go. I told her I have a couple of years to wait. I guess she didn’t know about the age difference when boys and girls go. Then I asked her if she wanted to go. She talked about her studies and her boyfriend and said she wasn’t sure. Then she asked what I thought. I was really touched that she asked for my advice (because I had just met her). I told her because girls have the option, its difficult to choose. I don’t know, but God knows. Then she was like, oh yes God knows. It makes me happy how people around the world trust in the same God. There was one boy who reminded me of Hilario. We talked to the Relief society president about our women’s group idea, and she offered to have it at her house. This is good because it is not as formal as the community center. I am thinking we should start several things. One can be skill-learning classes and the other more focused on emotional support. We talked for an hour after church. When in peru, do as the Peruvians do. We are going to start adult ESL after our Manchu Picchu trip because one of the counselors said if you have a week break some people will never come back. Then we walked home and I studied and slept. For some reason I was just exhausted, but I missed playing with Rosita and Jefferson and Evan. That made me sad. They are the neighbor kids me and Thuy played with last Sunday. Rosita even made sure that we were going to play with them this Sunday. Then we went to heramana luzby’s for dinner, and bless her soul, made the most delicious dinner. Yesterday was a casual day that we just hung out together. We walked all the way to the center of town, which took about 40 minutes. The girls that wanted to make bracelets never came. I was stressed about getting home on time, but they never came, I was relieved because I came home an hour and a half later, but they never came. So I was sad they never came. We went to a big mall with a grocery store to eat dinner. I had a peanut butter and mango jelly sandwhich… of which the mango jelly tasted like tea. It is weird. And some cookies. I miss hermana luzby on the weekends. Anyways the rest of the group had burger king… and we saw one of the ladies cleaning up, that was taking the trays, take a chicken leg and put it in her pocket. Even amidst this great and beautiful mall it reminded us where we were. That reminded me of iulius mall in Romania. It was a different scene, the teen scene and little kids dressed so cute and nicely with ice cream cones in their hands. However it was really fun to spend time with everyone… even though we had to weave in and out of cars because one car let us go before he took off… that put us in the middle of the road with cars that were also taking off. That is apparently the norm here, it is just slightly scary and amusing when you are playing human frogger and dodging cars. A taxi driver the day before was ticked that we bargained him down to take us home and was driving fast and abrupt and laying on his horn. But we were on the last home stretch when there were 2 moto cars on the side and he was in the middle. It seemed like the middle space was closing in…so he did what any person would do and sped right through the middle. There was probably less than an inch on each side. He was amused that we all gasped. I was in the front seat… I told him he was a very good driver…which was supposed to be a joke…but he said he was normally a bus driver so obviously he was good at maneuvering vehicles. We got home safely and paid him the price he asked for before we bargained. Also the same day, I got to sit down and talk to the lady that sits in the street with her little girl (who has a physical and mental disability). I couldn’t understand everything she was saying, which was really disappointing because I really wanted to understand what her husband’s job is. She has three other children who go to school and she sits there every day. She doesn’t ask for money but I assume by sitting there with her handicapped child she is asking for money. I gave her and her daughter 2 bracelets. When someone tried to take our picture, it really upset her and she moved locations. She had a beautiful smile. The whole time I tried to analyze whether she was being sincere or not, but partway through instead of squatting I took a seat right next to her and tried to think of all the things I knew how to say in Spanish. I want to come up with an idea of how to help these mothers who sit on the streets. If anyone has an idea, please suggest that idea. I feel like I should’ve had a translator when talking to her so I could understand what she is saying. I am going to go in full speed ahead Spanish learning mode, especially because we are going to cusco in 2 weeks… ahhhhhhhh!!!! And I neeeeeed to understand Spanish. That’s why I spent 2 full hours on focused Spanish study. Thank you to everyone who helped make a bracelet. I have given several away to kids on the street and I think they are very much appreciated.

Also, preschool update, we are going to build a preschool/community center so we can fully use it. We are also looking into building a plastic bottle school. Thank you andy! So this week, my goal is to research cost differences/plastic bottle availabilities so that we can have a plan come next week. But either way, we are building that preschool/community center. We still need funds…. If you want to purchase a bag/backpack from peru/another peru souvenir… it costs 40/45$... I will bring one back for you…. All the money earned goes to building this school/community center… so it will be well, well, well worth your money! Thank you for your support! The kids and the community really appreciate it. Especially since they don’t have any durable ‘buildings’.

7-4. Happy fourth of july! Today was golden and discouraging because of many things… yes very descriptive. Some girls always go running, but last week after jillian Michaels I seriously couldn’t even go down or up the stairs without needing something to hold half of my weight…so starting this week… it’s a goal to run in the morning times… yes mom I am thinking of you. We went to this park the size of an indoor track and ran around it. On very rare occasions do you see someone running to run… so to avoid out-of-place-ness we run around a park, again and again and again. This morning I made it through 4 and ½ songs without stopping. I really liked plugging in the music, and running in circles, and watching people go about their daily lives getting in and out of motos and kids walking to school. It was like taking a memory from home and planting it in peru…. cool feeling. There was one little boy, his sister and mom who stood outside of their house and were watching us. When I ran by he went halfway across the road and threw a flower at me… his mom told him something and he ran back to her. I got the flower and started bringing it back then he disappeared in his mom’s legs. The next time around I veered and tried to get him to listen to an earbud but he ran inside his house… so I followed him… no I try not to be a creeper… his mom was encouraging me. I see a huge poster of the jonas brothers on the wall and ask if he wants to listen to the jo bros and he hides his face. He was scared! So the next couple times around I hid my face in my hands when he hid his face and peeked out through my elbow. My goal: get a high five from him. When I asked him his name he gave me a couple of names. I admire that… but then I don’t know what to call him. So that is another goal. So then after breakfast we came back to the house for some study time. my country director was sick today… she was suppose to help us (translate) because we wanted to go around to the women in this one neighborhood to get to know them and their needs to see what things we can offer them. This is the womens group project. Well, we didn’t want to wake her, but we wanted to go out. So we thought, okay we will give her another hour then we will just venture out on our own. So we studied more… which at that point was discouraging because I felt like it was going to be a lazy day, with not much accomplished. One of the girls who spoke Spanish ended up coming with us. We went to go find the house in this neighborhood where another member was going to have a meeting with later in the day (because I was going with him so I was suppose to show him where it was) We asked this lady and she directed us to where the other lady lived. Then we decided to go talk to her first. There was also another mom in the house as well. We talked to them in the doorway and told them that we are part of an organization and wanted to do something for the women here. Do they know of any problems or hardships that women face that can be improved by forming a support system in the form of a women’s group. We told them that we have this idea but we can’t run it because we don’t know the women and their needs. This has to be their project. So if they know anyone who wants to do this thing or is willing to take this on. They offered themselves. So we scheduled to come back at 4:30. We expected to be walking around for 2 hours getting to know some women, but the first 2 people we talked to seemed really enthralled with this idea. So then we came back and studied/chatted more. Then I went to ESL with 2 other girls. These times at ESL have been the most memorable for me. I was surprised to see how well the kids learned the lessons today. Between the three of us, I think we made it really effective. For my internship, I need to make an education curriculum, so I am recording all the lessons, activities, and games that we do… and today was a really good list of things to do… including the ideas of the English teacher. This classroom was a good, small size. So we could involve all the kids. I wish I could know their names so I could call them out to answer questions. Sometimes I wonder, if my/our American classroom mentality takes over when I do this… por ejemplo, I feel like making them answer questions one by one or being called up to write on the board solidifies what they learn. I say American classroom mentality because I read this article once that questioned the real lessons learned in the classroom. When it gave the example of having to come up to the front of the room to write on the board, there are several lessons a kid is learning… one how to act in front of the classroom, the pressure to give the right answer, how to please the teacher, and the academic knowledge. It so interesting to think about. The kids were super, super cute. I love hugs. And they give the best hugs. And I love it. Then I saw some kids from the other classrooms that are my favorite… and I was so glad they came up to me and said hi. One boy brought me over to meet his little cousins. The girls that I was suppose to make bracelets with on Saturday… apparently we had a miscommunication with the times. So we rescheduled for a time I don’t remember. I am going to meet with the English teachers to go over lesson plans and activities/games for the kids… and maybe include the most effective learning techniques with my group directors help because she is a special education teacher. When we leave the school, we can’t seem to get out because kids keep coming up or they keep on talking and keep on keeping on. And its those times when I so desperately wish I could understand and speak Spanish. Even though I have some of the happiest moments, I question the purpose of going to help teach English lessons, because really when are they going to use English and why will it even be useful to them. Why do we need to invest in making a curriculum and most effecting teaching if they are not going to really even need it. Almost like foreign language classes in middle school/high school. After those classes are done, when are you going to use that language if you don’t keep progressing in levels? That was a discouraging moment… when I thought about why we should be teaching English to these kids. But I concluded that its important because it provides them that opportunity to learn, something a lot of people want. And it provides them a chance to learn from a native… I would like to learn Spanish that way. It provides them with something to work their minds. And we get the opportunity to get to know them and them to get to know us. And I am super super grateful for that opportunity. Then I came back to study and go over smart goals. Smart stands for Sustainable, measurable, attainable, relevant, and timely. I made several goals… and will be keeping track of that progress. One of them is building the preschool. So far, we are banking in the fundraising money. Almost at $1000 but we still need 2 grand more. Which is really awesome considering its been a week… but still not enough. So please buy some Peruvian trinkets and bags!!!!!! Thank you to everyone’s willingness. Then I sat in for half an hour with a meeting with the old bishops wife to go over her business’s… and she has a ton… because she sells a lot of things. I am amazed. Pots, clothes, eggs, snacks, time on the play station, perfume, cologne. But then I went to the meeting a couple doors down with the two ladies we met earlier that day. This was a golden moment because they are really willing to make this work. And it really all depends on them. Our job is to search out teachers and organize in the beginning, but then it is up to them. We talked about the pros and cons, how to make it sustainable…