Well, my iron stomach failed me.  I ended my nine-year streak of not having thrown up this weekend.  (Last time, I was in seventh grade and had to miss a field trip to the Greenbank Observatory.  I cried.)  Anyway, I think I picked up a virus from the sick baby I was caring for the day before.  Thank you Isaias.

Until today, I’d been living (just sleeping, really) at the convent, which is in a separate complex across the street from the Hogar.  That was nice because it was quiet, and little girls didn’t knock on my door at odd hours.  I really loved being there.  I frequently found giant cockroach-like bugs in my room there.  I’m usually not a chicken, but these things move REALLY fast.  I would generally dance and hop around trying to kill them with a squeegee.  Also, there was a kitten that lived outside of my door for about three days.  He liked to come inside my room and cause trouble.  My guard dogs (which are sort of ferocious and one of them would attack the other as soon as he came too near me) didn’t seem to mind the kitten.  However, he didn’t have enough sense to stay in my yard, wandered under a gate and was immediately killed by the guard dogs in the courtyard.  Such is life.

Now, I’m in the Hogar.  I have my own room with an oscillating fan installed on the wall!  It borders the 5-9 year olds’ room (a quality room for peace and quiet on Saturday mornings).  Actually, “borders” is putting it lightly.  There is a giant window between our rooms.  It’s probably designed for me or whoever to keep an eye on the girls (not that you would need to keep an eye out when I can hear everything).  However, if not for my lovely curtain, it would feel more like I was the subject of behavioral research.

Over the weekend, I visited Okinawa for another volunteer’s birthday.  We ate pizza, pancakes, triple chocolate brownies and banana bread.  (This was, obviously, pre-virus).   The volunteers at that site teach at a school and live in a compound with other teachers.  It being more rural and quiet (no kids begging for attention, no all night parties outside the walls of the compound) made it a very refreshing trip. 

You will be pleased to know that my toddlers with scabby, oozing scalps are about to start a full course of antibiotics (administered by me, so that the medications are actually finished).  The “skin doctor” (he’s not really a doctor) says that the problem probably starts with bug bites which are scratched open by dirty hands and then the infection spreads and becomes systemic. You know, he’s got a point.

My site partner, Melia, arrived yesterday!  She's been in language school for the past month and is doing really well.  All I could do when I got here was smile and nod.  Madre Rosario and I went to the airport with Don Poncho, two staff members, 9 toddlers, a baby to pick her up.  She was pleased.  I’ve learned a lot in the past 3.5 weeks by myself, and I think it’s been a great experience.  I know most of the names and spanish is getting a little easier.  But Hallelujah, the help has arrived!

Lice, Rice and a Monkey

Well, I have lice.  Don’t worry, I have lice shampoo, lice spray for the bed, lice combs and lots of girls to play with my hair and reinfect me.  This might be a never ending battle.

We eat a lot of rice.  Like I think I’ve had a couple pounds of rice in the last 5 days.  Lucky for me, I also have a jar of peanut butter (that I had to buy at a special store an hour away for $9) and yogart.  And vitamins.

We have a monkey.  I can’t believe that we have a monkey.  It’s a little guy that arrived 2 days ago.  You may know that having a wild animal in a little cage irritates me, but I’ve decided to look at it this way.  The girls that come here are loved and fed, but they sleep in a room with 25 girls, wear clothes that are bought in bulk and have very few items to call their own.  If having a monkey to play with makes this childhood better for some, then I guess I’m ok with it.  And since the monkey is here, I suppose we’ll have to be friends.

Yesteday, I served as a judge for a sort of talent show of skits put on by the Catechism classes.  I learned I was serving as a judge when I was handed the score sheet (the point categories, of course, were in Spanish) and was told to sit in the front of the crowd.  I’m not sure if you know this, but I really do not blend in here.  I was told yesterday by someone “I like walking with you.  Everyone just stares.”  Anyway, it worked out.  My fellow judge (a kind nun) explained the point sheet (also in Spanish) and I’m pretty sure I sort of did it right.  Some highlights from the talent show:  a motorcycle was driven around the cancha (a covered, outdoor gym) during the Prodigal Son skit; “We Are the Champions” was played when David beat Goliath; and the bread for the Last Supper was apparently a little difficult to break so Jesus got frustrated and punched it.

Sort of getting into a routine

I’ve been here for two weeks.  I’ve gotten used to things such as livestock roaming freely in the road, instant milk for breakfast and boiled water.  Also, the Madres can hardly believe that my dad taught me how to make cheese cake.  I guess men don't really cook here.

I’ve taken on most of my responsibilities at this point.  I spend the morning in the jugueteria with the youngest kids (usually between 12 and 16 of them).  In the afternoon and evening, I open a library for the girls to do homework and read.  I also walk the kinder kids to and from school in the afternoon. 

Last week, Don Poncho (our driver and handyman) took me and two other girls outside of Montero to deliver clothes to the poor.  Our hogar receives lots of clothing donations.  So many that our girls are permitted to be picky.  The clothes that fit no one or that no one wants to wear are given to the poor.  We left the paved roads of Montero and entered the dusty outskirts of town.  There, the livestock is more prevalent.  We stopped along side the road in a community, Don Poncho called the people out of their homes, and we emptied bag after bag of clothes, which were well received.

 

We are in the dry season, so it is currently very dusty and smoky.  The farmers use fire to clear the fields after harvest.  Also, I hear the rainforest is on fire?  On a brighter note, the kid to the right (one of my favorites!) was adopted today!

Everyone is named Maria

Hola!

I am here in beautiful Bolivia.  I was welcomed at the airport by some SLMs, Madres and a crowd of girls.  This week has been filled with all sorts of new and wonderful experiences, from riding on a motorcycle for the first time (side-saddle at that), to livestock in the middle of the road, to showering with water heated with an electric current (I touched the handle this morning and got shocked). 

I am currently living at the convent, just a block away from the Hogar, until last year´s volunteers leave.  Then I´ll move into the Hogar.  There are guard dogs everywhere, and they are trained to hate men.  Which probably isn´t that hard given that they are raised by nuns and many, many girls.  At the hogar, we have two guard dogs in training.  From what I can gather, that means they wear harnesses and play with the girls all day.  Including during supper.  Luna (a shepard mix at the convent) and I are good friends now, but she throws a fit if a man walks through.

Thus far, I know maybe 20 names.  At least 15 of them involve some form of Mary.  My site partner, Melia, will be here in mid-September.  I told someone her name, and it was repeated back as "Maria?"  Oh, it is going to get so confusing.  Aside from not knowing what to call anyone, the girls (and a few little boys) and wonderful.  Very sweet, and they just need so much love.

This morning, I went shopping in the market in Montero.  So many new smells!  And most of them were good.  We passed through the "witchcraft" section.  They were selling dried llama fetuses (I couldn´t smell them).  Apparently, you are supposed to bury them under your house for good luck. 

I´ve just been piddling around this week.  My only responsibility was to "realize that I´m in Bolivia."  I can´t wait to get to know the girls better!

Getting antsy

Ok, so I'm not actually in Bolivia yet.  But I will be soon!  Today's the day.  Rather, tonight is the night, and tomorrow is the day.  My flight leaves at 11:45 pm and arrives in Lima, Peru at the crack of dawn.  I'll hang out with the Peruvians for a few hours, then fly on into Santa Cruz, Bolivia.  Here I will be met by last year's volunteers and the sisters, who will take me to the Hogar.
Maybe I should back up.  I will be serving as a Salesian Lay Missioner at Hogar Sagrado Corazon, an orphanage for girls in Montero, Bolivia, for the next 10-ish months.  The Salesians serve abandoned and impoverished youth around the world.  With the Salesians, faith and fun become one.  I've spend the past five weeks in orientation sessions, youth day camps and a retreat with Salesian priests and brothers.  No, I don't really speak spanish, but I'll work that out as I go.  Got to go get packed up!