This post lacks a title.

Ok, so you'd think at this juncture in life I would have said Hasta la Vista to the habits of a student.  Not so.  Here I am, in Antigua sitting at a table for two with a whiteboard, the smell of dry-erase markers, and a stack of books.  My teacher has vacated the premises and so I study.  I'm finding a little more determination knowing the benefits that sit on the other side of this mountain of language, dreaming about the possibilities.

I'm actually feeling quite blessed (though I don't like that word, feels overused and lacks a certain sufficiency to how this truly feels, but alas…).  Upon entering this country, I knew what to expect.  I was aware that I'd have a LOT of time to think and process and analyze and drive myself crazy (without the help of others, thank you!).  And so this is where I land, feeling favored.  Not favored above others, but favored in light of this time and reflecting.  February has been a full month.  January and February brought life and liveliness, love and lots of laughter-admittedly, with a few intermittent tears.  A lot of prayer, a lot of trust, a lot of believing beauty for ashes AND the opportunity to be a witness to those promises from Isaiah.

He is GOOD.

So we move on.  March.  I'm smiling.

Maybe my next post will be in Spanish?  Yeah, no!

to know Love

Come out from behind, little one.  You have something to teach me.

Maria.  Doesn't make eye contact for too long.  Would rather be in the shadows than in the center.  Didn't want her picture taken in the beginning, but now smiles for my camera…on occasion and more willingly with a newfound friend.  Cried for days for the one whose hand caused her harm.  Is, for the first time, sitting in a classroom.  Is learning how to play and, it seems for the first time, laugh and run free from fear.  Speaks more Spanish than she let on in the beginning!  Her story is hard.  It reminds me of the books I read in junior high when I first became aware of the term "child abuse"-though I could not comprehend-still cannot comprehend.  I want to grab her and hold her and hug her…touch to her seems foreign.  I smile when I see her running hand-in-hand with Karen.  It seems like progress.  She smiles timidly and speaks quietly when I ask her her age, if she speaks Kaqchikel, if she's ready to play 'Escondite' (hideout, aka hide and seek).  I want to know her.  I want her to know Love.

A little more culture please.

Today is your (and my) lesson in culture.  I thought I was going to write a post today about the clinic in the Mayan village where Dr. Jim volunteers on Tuesday mornings, and you'll get a bit about that, but this is primarily about the Mayan culture.  Errrr- a microscopic fraction of said culture.

TRAJE (pronounced trah-hey) is the traditional clothing worn by the indigenous people here.  It is beautiful, colorful, full of patterns and textures.  I've been trying to figure out if the patterns are related to familial decent or just random, creative beauty. At some point, I'll have that conversation with Reyes (Dr. Jim's translator at the village clinic), but I need a few more vocabulary words to ask and understand!  After a quick google search, I did learn this-those patterns and colors have rhyme and reason.  "Moreover, in Guatemala, Maya traje is village-specific or language-group related."  Which then leads me to question, what specifically makes you aware of the village or language group???  Color?  Style?  Pattern?  Flowers?  Birds?  Here are a few of my encounter…I have yet to see a man wearing traditional garments.

Maria, looking beautiful in her traje, with Miss Kay at the clinic. 

Virginia displaying her traje.

A baby's beanie (sorry for the blur, snapping pics while driving on dirt roads) and Maria (dos) on the left wearing her traje and a sweatshirt.  SIDE NOTE:  Maria (dos) is new to Prince of Peace.  She arrived a few days before I did.  I was told about her, "You'll recognize her.  She has hollow eyes, still wears her traje, and cries all day long."  I intend to share more about her, not in this post, but let me say this, she has made progress-I've seen her smile and she does in fact speak Spanish!

IDIOMA And did you know, Guatemala has 23 languages and 30 different dialects.  I believe most of the individuals in the mountains who travel to this particular clinic for medical attention speak Kaqchikel.  Reyes, a lovely lady who works at the clinic interpreting, speaks both Spanish and Kaqchikel.  Today, we had three languages going on as Dr. Jim explained some of the patients' conditions to me and Reyes interpreted for Dr. Jim!  I asked Reyes if she grew up with both languages in the home.  No, her mother spoke Kaqchikel and her schooling was in Spanish.  Same for her daughter.  Reyes taught Dr. Jim and I how to say Buenos Dias-Good Morning in Kaqchikel, but I'm afraid it just wasn't happening.  It was close, and she was kind, but they make sounds with their throat that we are not accustomed to.  Anyway, close, but no!  I also heard a lot of clicking in the back of their mouths…hard to explain, easier to hear.  Here is an audio clip of the language.  I wanted to try and get a video, but didn't want to interrupt the ladies speaking.  If you listen carefully, you can hear a lot of "sh" sounds.




There you have it, a little culture for both of us today.  I'll end with this photo of the back of the vehicle trying to leave the clinic today.  In total, 10 adults, 2 boys, 2 babies…not bad!

 

ma-mamma-madre-mutter-mom

Last weekend, I was on my way to the laundry/kitchen up the hill from where I'm staying and spied some of the girls hanging out on the bench swing.  They ALL had babies in their arms and it just made me smile.  I quickly stepped back inside, grabbed my camera, and snapped a couple pics and this video.  Oh how I pray they will be good mamas when they are (much) older.

P.S. Notice Velveth, standing on top of the swing, baby strapped to her while the other girls cradle theirs!  Made me laugh.  That girl is too busy climbing something, hands-free necessary.

Music- Fatima's Waltz by Justin Roth

Somedays, it's not all smiles.

"He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.  Finally, He will cause justice to be victorious.  And His name will be the HOPE of all the world."

-Matthew 12:20-21

How do you keep from falling into pieces?  How can a heart be acquainted with pain and hurt and disillusionment and still survive?  How can abuse be endured and then crushed by the young innocence of a little girl? 

I don't know how, but I'm witnessing-DAILY-examples of young ladies who stride forward.  

I encountered it this morning.  And, I knew it was coming.  It did not crush, thanks God it has lightly brushed my soul.  If otherwise, I don't know how I'd keep going.  I knew it was coming because yesterday was one of those calm before the storm kind of days.  

One instance, merely one.  Sarahi.  I shared pictures of her here last week.  I spoke of her spunk and how she came to the home.  Unfortunately, not much is known.  During recreo (recess), I usually play basketball with the girls.  Sarahi is a natural.  She is barely big enough, tall enough, to dribble the basketball, but she has great ball handling skills!  Such a coordinated little tot.  I swooped her up and said to her, "Sarahi, I like you and think you are beautiful."  She just smiled and started pushing my chin up so she could see how in the world I had a nose piercing and then started pulling on my earrings and asking if they were painful?!?  She just cracks me up!  I can say honestly, I don't have favorites here.  How can you?!?!  They are all amazing and beautiful!  But, this little one had my full attention today.  

I'm not sure why, but Sarahi (pronounced Sah-Rah-E) leaves school after recreo and heads back to the house with the Tia AKA House Mom.  Maybe it has to do with her being new?  Maybe her age?  Maybe they're working with her behavior?  I don't know.  She was meandering up the hill behind me and mumbling to herself, wearing a gloomy face.  I went into my house, came back out, and found her standing there crying.  Crying for her mom, "Quiero mi mama."  I want my mom.  Ok, let's go find her and take you home.  Right!  I (we) still do not know the story with mom…was Sarahi left on purpose?  Is mom looking for her?  They put ads out in the paper for missing people, much the same as home, I assume.  I grabbed her and sat down with her waiting for the Tia.  She just kept quietly crying and mumbling I want my mom.  

Yeymy-Sarahi-Viviana 

All that to say…what do you do?  How do you answer?  And how do these wonderful folks who work diligently here keep their heads above water?  You just do.  You look ugly in the face, name it, and then keep moving forward with these girls.  Thank God for Ninoshka-the counselor who works with each girl individually.  Thank God for Vilma- the social worker who represents these girls in court and who grew up at Prince of Peace, went off to university, and returned to work here for the sake of these girls.  And Violeta and Laura and Blanca and Lizet and Dr. Jim and Kay and Juan and Salvador and Vicki and Deisy and Celeste and Soli and Nancy and Marii Cruz and the teachers… (separate post on these wonderful folks soon).

I wrote this on my first day here, within the first few hours.  It was in my daily reading and seemed so fitting for the circumstances.  This scripture, on this paper, has floated about my mind and my dwelling-on my nightstand, next to this computer, on the table, as a bookmarker etc.  Today, it was time to share.

"He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.  Finally, He will cause justice to be victorious.  And His name will be the HOPE of all the world."

-Matthew 12:20-21

And guess what???!!!??  These girls need sponsors!  I'm praying God will BREAK YOUR HEART for the benefit of these beauties!  (Sorry, but not really;)!)  Leave me a message or send me an email.  It's easy to get you info and I believe this is yet another reason I'm here.  

Yeymy-Sarahi-Vanesa on the tire swing.  

Entertainment. 

The sparkle shows up in a smile! 

***I know this place, Guatemala City, is not any different than the city you live in.  Unfortunately, what I'm writing about is all to familiar across the globe…this is merely my experience---brown eyes that press my soul on this ordinary day.

Dia Del Cariño

Little Melanie!

I shared photos a few posts back about the little girl on the mountain who did a number on her forehead.  She was in the clinic this afternoon so Dr. Jim could remove the stitches.  It was GOOD to see her and she seriously could not STOP smiling.  I'm glad she still likes us!!!  Just wanted to share her smile with you all.

Yes, she is smiling here!  

Still smiling…:) 

Guate looks good on you!

For you to pray...

This morning, I want to tell you about two girls who I'd like for you to add to the conversation when you're talking with God.  In the last two day, these little girls have encountered much.

She wanted to show me her traditional clothing.

Meet Virginia.  She is beautiful. She is smart.  She is real.  I asked here a few nights ago how her day was and she replied, good.  Then rescinded with a very real answer, No.  I'm not good, I'm ok.  To which I asked why? and she responded, I'm sad because Rosemeri left today. (The court allowed Rosemeri to go back home with her mom.)  She has a heart-warming smile (that she is hiding here).  She has lived here @ POP for nearly 2 years and will turn 9 years old later this month.  Yesterday, I happened to be in the office when her older sister came to tell her that her mother had passed.  I saw her at lunch and the older girls in her house were loving on her.  She seemed to be ok, actually good (a handful of us did a little Hokey-Pokey jig after lunch that she readily joined!!!).  I just don't have a way to understand how these girls triumph over such life circumstances except to believe that this home, this place named Principe de Paz, is a place they are loved and cared for-physically, spiritually, emotionally.  And that makes the difference, thanks God.

Sarahi  "Sonrisa!"  

Sarahi y Maria 

Meet Sarahi .  She came to the home two nights ago.  I did not meet her that evening, but Deisy was over having hot cocoa and told me about her.  She, Deisy, was trying to explain her cute little bangs and then decided, "Dora the Explorer!"  That's exactly what she looks like, don't you agree!  She is a doll.  I usually walk the hill in the morning and pass the girls on their way to school.  They are lined up in pairs, youngest to oldest.  You should see Sarahi!  She is the leader of the pack and you can tell she doesn't mind one bit.  Both mornings, even before we officially met, she came running down to me and gave me a MAMMOTH sized hug.  And she won't let go.:)  Lively might be one of the top 5 words I would use to describe her.  

On the playground, Sarahi y Dafne 

From what I know thus far, she was found-lost somewhere in the city.  I don't know if mom is looking for her…the story is still a mystery to me.  So, please, pray for Sarahi.  The older girls have ABSOLUTELY taken her in and loved on her.  They play with her and dote on her…as you can see over there to the left!  When I see Sarahi running around, I usually see Dafne among a troop of other girls.

Sweet, precious loves.

Clinica

Much to say, trying to mentally pare it down.  Is it best to share one story?  Nah, several.  I'll start with the adventure of Monday.

For the last week and a half, we have had a men's team, plus two lovely ladies, visiting from Kentucky and Arkansas.  It was awesome watching the girls as the team loved and celebrated them!  Most of the individuals on the team have been here several times before and are VERY involved with the work Prince of Peace is doing.  So, you can imagine the relationships that have been built over many visits and how excited the girls are when these people show up!!!!  Not to mention the time some of the older girls have spent in the US with these folks.  Anyway, about Monday…

After breakfast, several of us jumped in the van, headed to the grocery store, and then made our way up the mountain.  "Up the mountain" refers to a more economically depressed area situated up the hill from the POP home.  Many of these families living up the mountain come down and use the clinic at POP.  And, over time the team(s) and older girls have built relationships with these families taking them food and other necessities.

It didn't take long to arrive at our planned destination, a family of 30 (or so I was told) living in a complex of lean-tos.  Darrell asked the grandma of the house how she was and said her face was just white.  Apparently we had arrived just minutes after one of the little girls, six year old Melanie, had fallen and gashed open her forehead just above her brow line.  Kevin quickly grabbed her and carried her back to the van as mom followed along with the rest of us.  We made our way back to the clinic and thus began a process I have NEVER encountered before!

I'd love to share pictures of the wound with you, but I think only 4 of you would appreciate seeing those.  Suffice to say, the wound was about an inch long, through the dermis, and maybe a quarter of an inch at its widest point.  Dr. Jim went to work!  The anesthetic was the worst part- Kay, Mom, Dr. Jim and I held her, but as Kay said, "You can only do this because you know it's for their good."  Verdad!  After the anesthetic, Dr. Jim used 3-5 (my mind was not on the number, but the process) subcutaneous sutures and then 7-8 on top.  Those were actually the more difficult because it was obvious she could feel them.  Ugh!

I had the best possible perspective.  I was standing at her head, holding the light for Dr. Jim and literally 18 inches from her face, watching every little thing.

One brave little girl. 

We returned to the mountain with a sewed up little girl and these faces were waiting for us!  They love having their picture taken and then instantly want to see it.  

Maybe love at first sight?  Yes, I think! 

She looks much happier here! 

Love again! 

Today, Sonia, Edgar, and Melanie returned to the clinic.  I greeted them as I entered and was SO HAPPY to see a wide smile on her face.  I told her I like seeing her with a smile instead of a sad face.  She kept smiling. 

And mom, I kept thinking of you and Kathy and Shirley…where are the EMTs?!  

  

Presencia

In the present.  Not planning for tomorrow or pining about yesterday's gains and losses, simply present.  Holding onto the gift that is this moment, this look, this laugh, this hug.  Estephany, mira!  Estephany, mira!  

Dafne.  Every time she sees me I get the world's BEST hug.  

a few quick words.

What a day!  I'll tell you the story tonight, but for now…another experience with stitches at the clinic.

The ChipIn over there to the right will be updated when I have more time, but I wanted to say another thank you!  Money was sent to Kentucky and I'm thanking you on behalf of the beauties I am living with!  Just this morning I was praying for an uptick on the ChipIn and God has faithfully answered.  Day by day, they continue to amaze me and I'm in love with their piercing eyes and vibrant smiles.

***Ok, it's fixed.  I'm still raising $4,000, but the $3,900 reflects the $100 sent in to Kentucky.  More info on sending donations and tax receipts can be found under the Pages tab (top right of this page) "Giving to Guatemala" link.  :)

I smell Latex gloves

I can hardly contain myself! Today, este dia, I gave my first injection! Wha???!!?? I'm not sure if I should share that, but it's true. Kay, Dr. Jim's wife, showed me a few more of the ropes today. I've been observing patients in the room with Dr. Jim, but today she asked me if I wanted to help on the pharmacy side. (That's the best I can explain, but I promise a lengthier post to really give you the inside scoop soon.)

Here it is: A young guy, probably about 15 or 16, has a bad infection and needed a shot instead of pastillas (pills). I watched Miss Kay (as she is lovingly called here by the girls) give an injection prior to a young woman and she talked me through the steps both times.

 

Also, you need to understand this from the young guy's perspective…he did not know this was my first time :) (OF COURSE NOT!), imagine it for him and take into account the culture! Two woman, a young guy, "lower your pants just below your hip"…he was chatting, he was so embarrassed. And then, when I finished, he turned around and was sweating!!! Now, I know the shot was a bit painful, but I kinda think it was the embarrassment. I understand, poor guy!

So, here it is, a picture of the exact spot. It sort of feels like that first dollar bill you make and you hang up in your new business. Wow, I know I'm weird and silly, but it sure felt affirming!

Guate Love

First, Amusement.

Papaya.  On my very first trip to Central America, I traveled with a group of friends to Honduras.  Remembering that first trip makes me smile.  I could make sense of nothing more than Hola!   And I’m really not kidding here.  As you can imagine, the word was WAY OVER USED that particular week.  Nonetheless, we were warmly welcomed and invited into a culture and language I have continued to explore over the last 9 years.

On that trip to a small village in Honduras, Pastor Ed taught us a song that I can only recall a few lines from, but they are the significant lines pertinent to this very post.  I like bananas, I think that mangos are great, I like papaya-PAPAYA??!!??-Oh yeah, but nothing can beat that sweet, sweet love of God.  (OH WOW!  Looky there, I just remembered the whole song!)

 

Papaya.  You either love it or you don’t.  And I’ve been told that very thing by more than a handful of folks over these years.  In Costa Rica, Virginia and Mercedes really taught me how to enjoy papaya, add salt and lime.  It’s really tasty, actually!  Well, I went to the market a few days ago and bought a papaya.  First, I don’t buy papayas in the states.  I don’t know why, I just prefer other fruits and my minimalist outlook on grocery shopping…you also have to buy a lime.  I know, I know it’s just a lime, but really it’s probably more so because of… Second, it’s a tedious process to eat papaya.  It’s not like a banana, or an apple you can grab and eat, or a handful of grapes.  It’s a process and quite frankly, I think the reward for the work is not quite the same as that of a delicious watermelon or cantaloupe!  So, I bought a papaya (I know, you're thinking get to the point!). 

Papaya.  It had been looking at me every time I opened the fridge so I pulled it out last night and began the task of stripping the poor thing to get to the meat.  In the middle of my conquest, two of the older gals came over for help with their English homework.  After a while, I offered my half completed papaya and they gave me a funny look.  No les gusta? (You don’t like?)  Oh sure, they like it ok, but apparently I was not cutting the papaya correctly.  Yes, there is a right way to do it. (Ok, really?!)  So, they laughed at me as I sat at the table and finished skinning the poor thing. 

Papaya.  Note to self, first strip it of its coat, then slice in half, then scoop the seeds.  So I left the skin on!  I wasn’t going to eat it.

I like papaya.

Mi Casa & POP

Well, I figured I should give you some sort of a picture to work with, a reference of sorts.  I know when I say, they live in Casa A, you might be thinking something along the lines of a ranch style home, or a big cement building, or a shanty with a tin roof and sides.  Yes, I've seen some form of all of those, but here are a few pics for visual folks like myself! 

Casa A 

Prince of Peace School 

Independent Living Houses 

Guesthouse- my home for now. 

Entrance-Living Room-Dining Area

Kitchen and more dining  

HUGE thanks!

Over there to the right, that number keeps growing and I just wanted to say thanks.  I sure wish you could get the hugs I've been getting, but hope it's sufficient to tell you, you're the bomb!  The number of contributors is incorrect, many of you have made cash donations which went into the ChipIn as "1 contributor" instead of three.  Anyway, many thanks from down south-where the birds are singing and the school bell is ringing!  Off to recess with my friends.

One last thing…what a gift it was to have such a lovely send off from PDX!  A weekend with my mom for our almost annual mom's/daughter's weekend with good ol' friends, a shower for Baby Hayes, time with dear roommates and friends, and a covering of prayer from my Gospel Community.  I left my Gospel Community Tuesday night and had a very full heart!  Thanks y'all! ;)

Megan, Jean, Sara, Mom, Janet, & Vicki
@ Muddy Rudder for some good pizza!

Mariya, Leah, and Terri- Gospel
Community family

In the Beginning

Dayana 

Velveth

It's so hard to know what to write about.  Or rather, it's so hard to know where to start.  There is just so much I want to share, but it will take time and the longer I'm here, the more I'll really be able to accurately portray what's happening here @ Prince of Peace.  I would most definitely rather tell you about these young ladies, but I've still so much to learn about them and their stories.  In the meantime, I guess I can share what life has been like the last couple of days and a few pictures of some of the lovely ladies I've been hanging out with.

Their living situations…there are 5 different living quarters for the girls.  The younger girls, from about 6-15ish, live in houses with house moms (Laura, Violeta, and Maria).  There are two of these houses, three tias (aunts) and two houses and each have several rooms with 3 or 4 girls sharing a room.  The tias rotate so they have days off.  Each of these homes have 19 girls at the moment.  Casa A and Casa B.  The houses themselves are quite large with big living areas as you walk in, a small kitchen (the cooking is done in the main kitchen over yonder), a long dining room, bedrooms downstairs and upstairs, a huge front porch, a small tv room off the porch, and an area down a few steps where the girls wash their own clothes.

I've been spending my time in Casa A.  I think tonight, I finally have their names down, phew!  There are many of them and their names are not usually familiar.  Por ejemplo, Dairyn.  Looks kinda like you'd pronounce it "Dare-in."  No!  And the girls certainly worked with me on that one.  We sat on the steps of the house as I continued to try to say it right.  "No, No!  Dairyn!"  So, as much as I can tell at this point:), she is "Die-E-din."  We'll see as I progress!!!!!!!!!!!!:)  Ah, love.  And I'm here for another 3.75 months!  Lord, help me-save my heart.

Vanesa, Rosa, Mayra, Dayana, Alicia, and Gaby

The other 3 houses are for the older girls and considered “Independent Living” homes.  Actually, it’s more like 2 homes and a set of apartments.  Anyway, there will be more to come on the older girls as I get to know them better. 

Yulisa 

I see the girls during meals, hanging out before and after, a bit of time at school during recess, and yesterday during school.  I shadowed the English teacher because I will be taking her classes for a week while she and her husband travel back to the US.  I’m pretty excited.  I think we’ll have fun.  You can still say a prayer for me.  Spanish is quickly coming back and I'm able to fumble my way through conversation, but I want to be able to communicate in class with them.  The girls who are not as shy are helpful, but I'm pretty sure I’ll be dragging my dictionary along on those days!

I took my camera to dinner tonight.  It’s hilarious, some of them don’t like their picture taken (which really makes me sad.  I know it runs deep within them, but I’ll still be pumping them with doses of affirmation.), others love to pose, and others run off with the camera and have fun!  Es bueno!

Dulce and Gaby 

Lastly, to make you suffer along with me and to cause you to pray, today, on a car trip with Dr. Jim, I learned that two of these sweet things are true orphans.  They can be adopted, but Guatemala’s government stopped adoptions to the US (and maybe other countries???) because of the rumors that children were being adopted and then sold for their organs.  I hate writing that, but I do recall hearing something similar in Mexico.  Anyhow, I asked if they could be adopted here.  The answer?  Yes, but most of the families here want babies.  Seems the same as home.  Tonight, after we finished dinner and while carrying our plates to the kitchen and stacking our chairs, the older of these two girls started crying.  Something about the grilled cheese sandwiches we had for dinner caused a memory of her mother to come to mind.  Hug ‘em and hold ‘em tight.

Some of Casa A's ladies. 

And one last thing, I'm beginning to test an idea---is it ever possible to give too many hugs?

Photo to the right: Standing-Velveth, Maria, Dapne, Marjorie, Gabriela, Rosa, Flor, Alicia, Viviana. Sitting-Dulce, Blanca, Yulisa, Mayra, Vanesa.

I'm in Guatemala!

I’m here.  Art and Nancy gathered me from airport, which was a breeze compared to what I’ve experienced in the past.  By the time I walked off the plane, made my way through the airport, grabbed my bags and walked through customs/immigration, a mere 20 minutes had passed.  The flight in was beautiful, rolling hills, lakes and volcano(s?).   I took a few pictures so you could see what I saw, but I doubt the camera has done justice.   Sorry, my camera is up in my house.  (Fixed that, here they are.)

Initially, I believed I would be staying in a room and sharing a bathroom with some of the girls in one of the houses.  They have dropped me off in the guest house-3 bedrooms, kitchen, living room, 2 bathrooms, back deck overlooking the rolling hills and neighbors' homes.  Um, royal treatment???  I’m not sure if this is permanent, but it’s beautiful.  I have my door open and can here the younger girls up the hill from me playing outside, laughing and screaming.:)  And the birds, I love those birds.

The home is situated on top of a hill (not really a hill or a mountain, but I’m not sure what to call it) and if trees weren’t blocking my sight, I’d have a view of the valley.  I’m guessing you can see it from somewhere on the property.  (I checked that out later today, yes.  The view is wild!  BIG city.  And over in the corner of the living room, hidden in an armoire, is a TV.  This is good for the following reason, I heard the older girls come over here to watch TV…I’m already thinking about making brownies and hanging out with them!

I was given a quick tour this afternoon.  POP is on 8 acres, I’ll have to take pictures to show you all the buildings-school, independent living homes for the older girls, houses for the younger girls, team quarters for groups that come in for weeks at a time, offices and a few other homes…and a clinic.  I’ve got so much rattling in my brain, but I’m going to wait to share what Dr. Jim, Nancy and Art shared with me this afternoon.  Basically, what they are doing here and how the thing runs.  It’s amazing, lot’s of moving parts to make it happen. 

The girls are already checking me out!!!  So curious, they are.  They are making me work (Spanish), but they also know some English so I’m making them practice too!  Most of them are pretty shy, a few are not and they’ve just run up, grabbed my hand and had me following them (participating in hide and seek).  If they are in groups of two or three, watch out!  The shy veneer disappears and they are comfortable and curious. 

Mi Corazon es bien.  My heart is good.  I have a lot to learn.  The things I have already heard about their stories, I’m glad to see they have smiles on their faces. 

Sorry if this is choppy.  I’m living on a few hours of sleep and I just wanted to post something quickly to give you an update.  

And yep, the weather feels like spring.  They say it's eternally spring here:).   

Piles

 

This is what packing looks like right now.  Yep, pretty darn organized.  Nope, still haven't put it all in a bag.  I guess that's the easy part, right?  I'm usually fairly good about making sure I've covered all my bases and haven't forgotten a thing.  I'm not sure this time.  I THINK I have what I need, but I guess I just have to wait and see!:)  The ONE thing I definitely have stowed, hydrocortisone cream.  Why?  Because one night in a little town in C.R. I was attached by mosquitos.  My entire left arm was one big inflamed bite and anything resembling anti-itch cream was hours away.  It was one of those memorable events you hope never happens again. Watch out mosquito, I'm armed this time!

What's the one thing you usually forget?