Sorry it has taken me so long to announce the winners of my donated prizes!! Without further ado:
Vania Smrkovski: Tomato Head & Massage Gift Certificate
Suzy Trotta: Massage Certificate
Keir Woods: Massage Gift Certificate
Mike Bensey: Massage Gift Certificate & Tomato Head Gift Certificate
Kate Moore: Lox Salon Gift Cerrtificate
Kevin Simcoe: Massage Gift Certificate
Trevor Piety: Massage Gift Certificate
Thanks again for all of your support!!
As a side note I am currently looking for donations of any of the following: art supplies (crayons, paper, paint, etc.), coloring books, school supplies (regular pencils, glue, rulers etc.), baby clothes, diapers, tooth paste, tooth brushes etc. If you have any of these items please email me at toperu2010@yahoo.com and I will set up a time to pick them up. I would like to send a care package to the orphanage by the beginning of July!
Thanks and look for updates (as hermanito Juan and others have given me news of the kids) in the near future!!
Showing posts with label Peru. Show all posts
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Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
We sing in one language
The great thing about kids is tht even if you have language barriers there are still ways to communicate. You can still find ways to play, tease, make jokes and be silly. These things, these actions, are universal. One afternoon last week there was a lull in our day. I began to sing my ABC's in a teasing effort to get one of the little girls who is resistant to learning English interested. The action was followed by a rousing round of "Row row row your boat" by hermanito Juan and myself. This is what followed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFOMdB5ogXY
Aside from my daughetr's plays I think it was the best concert I have ever attended, in fact I am certain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFOMdB5ogXY
Aside from my daughetr's plays I think it was the best concert I have ever attended, in fact I am certain.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Wait Just a Minute Machu Picchu
"Machu Picchu, Machu Picchu, wait just a minute I am really standing here at Machu Picchu!!!". What else can you say? It is so unreal that even when it is real it is not real. After a bus ride (where we were an hour late getting to the train), a train ride, a short night in a hostal, awaking at 3,30 am so we could get to the line in time to climb Wayana Picchu, climbing 7,000+ KM, what else can one think but OMG I really made it here?! Not to mention the 12 hour day at the site and arriving back home at 3am on Monday. The beauty of the journey, the surroundings, it was all so incredibly intense for me.
Yes, I took several hundred photos and some video. Yes, it was amazing. Yes, I want to take Sophia there when she is old enough to appreciate the insane beauty and spirituality of the site. Yes, it was exhausting. Yes, those are some steep ascents and descents up and down Wayan Picchu. Yes, I am really out of shape and a bit sore. Yes, my fellow volunteers and I are closer than ever with yet another shared experience.
No, I did not even realize how amazing it was until I was there in person. No, I did not know all the symbolism of the mountains and animals (condor, puma, and snake) or the structure of the site. No, I did not know the Incan motto was "love, respect, share". No, our tour guide did not leave us even though we were 45 minutes late from climbing down the mountain. No, I will never forget this last weekend.
Maybe, well, there was no maybe this time.
Yes, I took several hundred photos and some video. Yes, it was amazing. Yes, I want to take Sophia there when she is old enough to appreciate the insane beauty and spirituality of the site. Yes, it was exhausting. Yes, those are some steep ascents and descents up and down Wayan Picchu. Yes, I am really out of shape and a bit sore. Yes, my fellow volunteers and I are closer than ever with yet another shared experience.
No, I did not even realize how amazing it was until I was there in person. No, I did not know all the symbolism of the mountains and animals (condor, puma, and snake) or the structure of the site. No, I did not know the Incan motto was "love, respect, share". No, our tour guide did not leave us even though we were 45 minutes late from climbing down the mountain. No, I will never forget this last weekend.
Maybe, well, there was no maybe this time.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Soy una Madriña
"Eres la Madriña de Jessica", the girls and one of the directors tell me. I am confused because I think this means I am her adopted mother, or that I should/will adopt her in the near future. The subject of taking her has been raised numerous times by some of the older girls in the last few days. I have managed to get baby Jessica a 40 pack of pampers, another 2 litres of milk, and on Monday I am bringing lotion for her dried out face. "Si, Madriña", I answered hoping I did not just commit myself to some unkonown and impossible situation. Then as we spoke further some of the pieces of Jessicas life began to fall into place.
I have noticed that another woman who seems quite vacant, as though she were on drugs or ill, has been around the orphanage. She cleans dishes, hangs laundry, and once I have seen her feed Jessica broth. As it turns out that is her mother! They found her with Jessica and her son (who is also at the orphanage) on the street with Jessica sitting on the sidewalk buck naked in her own urine. This woman when asked does not want to give Jessica up for adoption; although, she is completely mentally ill (and I suspect mentally handicapped based on her interactions). Truly it is heartbreaking. The problem is that Peruvian orphanages are not state run. The folks who run them receive some funding but there are no guidelines like we have in the states. Therefore, the conditions between programs can be vastly different from really well run to very poor and disorganize (mine falls in the latter camp). Even so I can tell the director wishes that Jessicas mother would let her go to another family as she is severly underdeveloped, and this woman is completely incapable of caring for her child.
My fellow volunteer Jon has been amazing and now every 13 year old girl in the place has a serious crush on him (which I love to tease him about). But then again how many of them have watched a man clean a kitchen floor by hand with a wet towel and then help them with their chemistry homework? Since we had such a great time playing kick ball in the dirt alleyway that runs along side the orphanage Jon finds out that there is a park we can take the kids to next week. He suggests we become startegic in our plans for following week to which I wholeheartedly concur. Monday we plan to take the kids to the park which will cost 20 Soles. I am going to buy a bunch of tooth brushes so we can teach them about dental hygeine, and today on our trip to Machu Pichu we are going to work up a plan for structured English lessons with the younger kids.
The last several days have been both rewarding and frustrating. I have learned phrases in Quetchuan, kids card tricks, laughed a lot and been able to tease the kids even with the language barriers, received 6 hand made cards from the girls saying how much they love their "hermanita Shanne", held baby Jessica in my arms as she feel asleep two nights in a row, and watched Jessica laugh, practice walking, and feed herself two pieces of fruit. I have had the pleasure of working with Jon who has brought the children watermelon among many other gifts, but more importantly his never ending enthusiasm and love. Unfortunately I have also seen my first 2 litres of milk spoil as it was left out all night, the birthday cake hoarded and not completely gone after the party, no diapers for Jessica, and discovered that Jessicas mother is, as they say in Spanish, an imbecil.
However in the end I am glad to be Jessicas as well as the other childrens Madriña, because after all it is a wonderful gift to be given the title of Godmother.
*To see a picture of Jessica check out my Face Book page at Shannon Kinnie Foster
I have noticed that another woman who seems quite vacant, as though she were on drugs or ill, has been around the orphanage. She cleans dishes, hangs laundry, and once I have seen her feed Jessica broth. As it turns out that is her mother! They found her with Jessica and her son (who is also at the orphanage) on the street with Jessica sitting on the sidewalk buck naked in her own urine. This woman when asked does not want to give Jessica up for adoption; although, she is completely mentally ill (and I suspect mentally handicapped based on her interactions). Truly it is heartbreaking. The problem is that Peruvian orphanages are not state run. The folks who run them receive some funding but there are no guidelines like we have in the states. Therefore, the conditions between programs can be vastly different from really well run to very poor and disorganize (mine falls in the latter camp). Even so I can tell the director wishes that Jessicas mother would let her go to another family as she is severly underdeveloped, and this woman is completely incapable of caring for her child.
My fellow volunteer Jon has been amazing and now every 13 year old girl in the place has a serious crush on him (which I love to tease him about). But then again how many of them have watched a man clean a kitchen floor by hand with a wet towel and then help them with their chemistry homework? Since we had such a great time playing kick ball in the dirt alleyway that runs along side the orphanage Jon finds out that there is a park we can take the kids to next week. He suggests we become startegic in our plans for following week to which I wholeheartedly concur. Monday we plan to take the kids to the park which will cost 20 Soles. I am going to buy a bunch of tooth brushes so we can teach them about dental hygeine, and today on our trip to Machu Pichu we are going to work up a plan for structured English lessons with the younger kids.
The last several days have been both rewarding and frustrating. I have learned phrases in Quetchuan, kids card tricks, laughed a lot and been able to tease the kids even with the language barriers, received 6 hand made cards from the girls saying how much they love their "hermanita Shanne", held baby Jessica in my arms as she feel asleep two nights in a row, and watched Jessica laugh, practice walking, and feed herself two pieces of fruit. I have had the pleasure of working with Jon who has brought the children watermelon among many other gifts, but more importantly his never ending enthusiasm and love. Unfortunately I have also seen my first 2 litres of milk spoil as it was left out all night, the birthday cake hoarded and not completely gone after the party, no diapers for Jessica, and discovered that Jessicas mother is, as they say in Spanish, an imbecil.
However in the end I am glad to be Jessicas as well as the other childrens Madriña, because after all it is a wonderful gift to be given the title of Godmother.
*To see a picture of Jessica check out my Face Book page at Shannon Kinnie Foster
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Feliz Cumpleaños, Freseney!
I wake each morning to sunrise in the Andes mountains. At 10,000 feet above sea level it is a beautiful slow march for the sun, and then suddenly the sky is the most gorgeous deep blue. It is a blue I have never seen anywhere else; special only to this land. My room is small with a modest twin size wooden bed and a hard uneven matress. But my host mother is a wonderful cook, and the view from my room makes up for any lack of comfort. Today I had to wake early as I have my Spanish leassons again at the San Blas school. Then I must return home for lunch. In Latin America lunch is the biggest meal of the day. Although I could go eat elsewhere, I like the comfort and closeness of my host family. After my lunch I will go to the orphanage, and then later this evening a group of us will get a Peruvian cooking lesson.
I have decided to take a shower every other day since it appears we only have cold water. After my quick cold shower I amble downstairs to see what Violetta has in store for my tastebuds today. Yet another wonderful breakfast, my favorite eggs and sausage (well bacon is my favorite but this was close). After breakfast and a, Hasta Luego, I am off to try and get a taxi to the school on my own accord. I take taxis everywhere. This city is a bit like the wild wild west. Buses (read vans) that should hold 12 people hold 26, I know because I was on one. Taxis drive 4 deep on two lane roads and the honking never stops. It is a language all of their own. My taxi costs 2.5 Soles which equates to roughly 1$ US. I always try to take the cabs with official numbers, older drivers, and if possible a lot of Catholic Saint portraits hanging in the window. I certainly pray evertime I get into one. Today I take a younger driver. As he begins to enquire after the common questions, where are you from?, are you staying here long?, why are you here?, how old are you?, he asks if I am married. Now it is ok for me to say that I am divorced in the company of friends and mi familia, but to him I lie. Yes, I am married, my husband is Matt and he is very tall and strong. He is with our daughter in the States (with an intonation to let him know that he will come over here to kick your butt if you get fresh mister). It is best not to be honest. He seems to lose interest and finally we are at the school.
My lessons are private and Gustavo is a great and very patient teacher. I have been studying on my day off, and Gustavo is pleased with my progress, though slow, I am diligent. Jon and I agreed yesterday to get supplies for the orphanage after class, but he does not see me at school so he slips out on his own. I decide to write in my electronic diary (known as email) while I wait for him to return, and I lose half of everything after an hour and a half of writing. Computers here are like 13 year old girls, unreliable, slow when you need them to be fast, and moody as to when they will even work. Jon returns shortly before I head home for lunch with printer paper, colored pencils, and 4 balls. We are both incredibly excited about what this will mean to the kids. I am still determined to get things for baby Jessica.
After a delicious lunch of white beans, rice, and a thin beef steak I take a brief siesta. I need the rest before the orphanage. Not only is it physically draining it is incredibly emotional as I have mentioned previously. I should also mention that my host mother makes me chicha morrado for lunch. It is a local Peruvian drink made from maize morrado which grows only in Peru. In other words, it is a purple corn not good for eating that is boiled and then ferments in water. You drink the juice, as it were, with a bit of sugar. It is quite tasty actually. There is also another chicha which is made from a different type of corn left to ferment thereby turning into corn beer.
My taxi arrives at the orphanage. It is near the Plaza San Sebastian across from the Collegio de Virgen de Fatima. Some of the older kids who we have not met yet go to Collegio and do not arrive home until later. Immediately there are Holas and hugs and smiling faces. Everyone is downstairs eating lunch at a proper table this time. Jon is already there and holding baby Jessica. At 21 this young student of Micro Biology is one of several impressive fellow volunteers. As soon as you meet him you sense his compassion and good heartedness. The kids are amazed at him because he is blonde and about 6,3 in height. He asks me to teach him about babies since he has not worked with them, and since he plans to be a pediatric doctor he wants to gain more first hand experience. I assure him I would be happy to help, and my concern with Jessica is she is at about a 6 month developmental stage. In fact my friends baby, Keir, is more interactive at 3 months then she is at one year. I take baby Jessica into my arms, and I am happy to say she has a clean diaper and has been fed. I really want to work with her to make eye contact, smile, make sounds, and try to walk. Ironically the kids break out this drink that is like a Pepsi with vitamins. It is their after lunch treat, and little Jessica comes alive.
I had sat Jessica down for a moment, and all of sudden she starts crawling to the table. Ahhh, she sees the drink and she wants some I realize. Now I do not approve of giving babies cola but this is their ritual. It also gets her excited, and I am in no position to resist. So I gently pick her up and hold her hands and we walk together to the table. We get her a cup and I have to spoon feed her the cola. She is very very pleased with herself! She does not have a bottle or sippy cup so I mentally add this to the list of things for Jessica.
The older girls start asking me if I like babies, if I want to have another, etc. They then tell me that Freseney, who is at the Collegio, is turning 13 today. They ask if we would buy her and the others something sweet so they could have a fiesta. You see nothing as far as I can tell has been planned. I tell them I will confer with Jon. After Jessica finishes her (gasp) cola I bring out the ball. She really likes it!! She hits it with her hands, and I roll it to her and she sort of rolls it to me. I tickle her and I get a smile. My day is already a thousand times better than yesterday; yet unbelievably, it continues to improve.
I go upstairs with baby Jessica to join Jon in the play room, and the kids have ripped into the paper and pencils. They are drawing and making pinwheels. The boys help the girls make their pinwheels that they then hold out of the window in order to watch them spin in the cool mountain air. I am drawing hearts on cards that the girls are making and everyone is having fun. Jon and I decide indeed we will go get a cake for Freseneys birthday, and I also determine that I will get milk, a bottle, and some baby food for Jessica.
One of the orphanage directors and Karin (13) walks us to the Super Market 15 minutes away. It is actually a very modern market in most aspects. As Jon and Karin look at cakes I get a princess castle bottle with handles so she can start practicing gripping and drinking. I get 2 litres of fresh milk (they literally pour it from a large vat into plastic bags) for $1 US. Then it is off to the baby food aisle. They only have fruit baby food in jars so I grab some of those and a huge jar of strawberry marmelade for all the other kids. Sum total of my costs for all of the above, $11. Jon scored an enormous fruit and chocolate cake for $10. We were going to have a fiesta grande!!
When we get back to the orphanage there is excitement in the air. The directors husband who just came into town helps us set up. We fix up a table with a table cloth, set benches enough for everyone around the perimeter of the room, and put out the cake. The husband fixes the stereo so there will be music, baby Jessica has been redressed in pink and now everyone is wanting to hold her, and Jon replaces the burnt out lightbulbs. The mood was contagiously exciting!!
The older kids get home from Collegio and immediately begin to ask Jon and I questions. The directors are in the kitchen making popcorn and some kind of chocolate drink, and Freseney is excited because she is going to have a great party! Unfortunately for Juan (as we call Jon) and I we have to leave for our cooking lesson. We keep pushing the time limit though, helping the girls with their English homework and playing with the kids. Finally at seven we have to leave because we are already late. We say good evening and leave feeling hopeful and even helpful after a much improved day.
Our cooking lesson was a short taxi ride from San Blas, and was held in the home of another host family. Dina a woman in her 50s was not only exceptionally beautiful and kind but an amazing cook. We made a dish that takes mashed potato which you stuff like a giant ostrich egg with sauteed chicken, onion, bell pepper, and spices. Roll it in flour and then fry it until golden. Serve with a side of steamed broccoli and a vegetable medely of beets, green beans, carrots, mixed in mayonaise. Add a little cocoa tea (not addictive but helps with altitude sickness) and Coca Cola to drink it was a delicious home cooked meal.
It was a wonderful evening sitting around the table eating and talking. The group formed from a collection of four college students from all over the US- Hannah, Andrea, Jon, and Russ, Dina our hostess, Rita (an ex-corporate worker from Morocco) and myself. We spoke Spanish and English and tried to laugh about the affront from a Peruvian man that happened to Hannah, 19, today after she left her project. See, unfortunately it is not uncommon for this to occur with women here in Cusco. Hannah confronted this man after he followed her for several blocks and as she did so he began grabbing at her arms. I told her in an appropriate woman-mother fashion to start screaming curses in his face, poke both of his eyes, and knee him in the groin. Let us just say after that everyone chimed in with their suggestions which reached the pretty hysterical culminating with unexpectedly funny suggestions from Dina our hostess (let us just say that she was making some mean faces and using a grabbing, pulling, and twisting gesture with her hands).
As we said our goodbyes and headed to catch our respective taxis home I began to think how much this is a place of extremes (at least from my perspective). Sometimes the only way to cope with them is through half a measure of common sense followed with hard work, and half a measure of humor and laughter. However upon further reflection, I find that all this seems to be the case at home though as well, now doesnt it?
I have decided to take a shower every other day since it appears we only have cold water. After my quick cold shower I amble downstairs to see what Violetta has in store for my tastebuds today. Yet another wonderful breakfast, my favorite eggs and sausage (well bacon is my favorite but this was close). After breakfast and a, Hasta Luego, I am off to try and get a taxi to the school on my own accord. I take taxis everywhere. This city is a bit like the wild wild west. Buses (read vans) that should hold 12 people hold 26, I know because I was on one. Taxis drive 4 deep on two lane roads and the honking never stops. It is a language all of their own. My taxi costs 2.5 Soles which equates to roughly 1$ US. I always try to take the cabs with official numbers, older drivers, and if possible a lot of Catholic Saint portraits hanging in the window. I certainly pray evertime I get into one. Today I take a younger driver. As he begins to enquire after the common questions, where are you from?, are you staying here long?, why are you here?, how old are you?, he asks if I am married. Now it is ok for me to say that I am divorced in the company of friends and mi familia, but to him I lie. Yes, I am married, my husband is Matt and he is very tall and strong. He is with our daughter in the States (with an intonation to let him know that he will come over here to kick your butt if you get fresh mister). It is best not to be honest. He seems to lose interest and finally we are at the school.
My lessons are private and Gustavo is a great and very patient teacher. I have been studying on my day off, and Gustavo is pleased with my progress, though slow, I am diligent. Jon and I agreed yesterday to get supplies for the orphanage after class, but he does not see me at school so he slips out on his own. I decide to write in my electronic diary (known as email) while I wait for him to return, and I lose half of everything after an hour and a half of writing. Computers here are like 13 year old girls, unreliable, slow when you need them to be fast, and moody as to when they will even work. Jon returns shortly before I head home for lunch with printer paper, colored pencils, and 4 balls. We are both incredibly excited about what this will mean to the kids. I am still determined to get things for baby Jessica.
After a delicious lunch of white beans, rice, and a thin beef steak I take a brief siesta. I need the rest before the orphanage. Not only is it physically draining it is incredibly emotional as I have mentioned previously. I should also mention that my host mother makes me chicha morrado for lunch. It is a local Peruvian drink made from maize morrado which grows only in Peru. In other words, it is a purple corn not good for eating that is boiled and then ferments in water. You drink the juice, as it were, with a bit of sugar. It is quite tasty actually. There is also another chicha which is made from a different type of corn left to ferment thereby turning into corn beer.
My taxi arrives at the orphanage. It is near the Plaza San Sebastian across from the Collegio de Virgen de Fatima. Some of the older kids who we have not met yet go to Collegio and do not arrive home until later. Immediately there are Holas and hugs and smiling faces. Everyone is downstairs eating lunch at a proper table this time. Jon is already there and holding baby Jessica. At 21 this young student of Micro Biology is one of several impressive fellow volunteers. As soon as you meet him you sense his compassion and good heartedness. The kids are amazed at him because he is blonde and about 6,3 in height. He asks me to teach him about babies since he has not worked with them, and since he plans to be a pediatric doctor he wants to gain more first hand experience. I assure him I would be happy to help, and my concern with Jessica is she is at about a 6 month developmental stage. In fact my friends baby, Keir, is more interactive at 3 months then she is at one year. I take baby Jessica into my arms, and I am happy to say she has a clean diaper and has been fed. I really want to work with her to make eye contact, smile, make sounds, and try to walk. Ironically the kids break out this drink that is like a Pepsi with vitamins. It is their after lunch treat, and little Jessica comes alive.
I had sat Jessica down for a moment, and all of sudden she starts crawling to the table. Ahhh, she sees the drink and she wants some I realize. Now I do not approve of giving babies cola but this is their ritual. It also gets her excited, and I am in no position to resist. So I gently pick her up and hold her hands and we walk together to the table. We get her a cup and I have to spoon feed her the cola. She is very very pleased with herself! She does not have a bottle or sippy cup so I mentally add this to the list of things for Jessica.
The older girls start asking me if I like babies, if I want to have another, etc. They then tell me that Freseney, who is at the Collegio, is turning 13 today. They ask if we would buy her and the others something sweet so they could have a fiesta. You see nothing as far as I can tell has been planned. I tell them I will confer with Jon. After Jessica finishes her (gasp) cola I bring out the ball. She really likes it!! She hits it with her hands, and I roll it to her and she sort of rolls it to me. I tickle her and I get a smile. My day is already a thousand times better than yesterday; yet unbelievably, it continues to improve.
I go upstairs with baby Jessica to join Jon in the play room, and the kids have ripped into the paper and pencils. They are drawing and making pinwheels. The boys help the girls make their pinwheels that they then hold out of the window in order to watch them spin in the cool mountain air. I am drawing hearts on cards that the girls are making and everyone is having fun. Jon and I decide indeed we will go get a cake for Freseneys birthday, and I also determine that I will get milk, a bottle, and some baby food for Jessica.
One of the orphanage directors and Karin (13) walks us to the Super Market 15 minutes away. It is actually a very modern market in most aspects. As Jon and Karin look at cakes I get a princess castle bottle with handles so she can start practicing gripping and drinking. I get 2 litres of fresh milk (they literally pour it from a large vat into plastic bags) for $1 US. Then it is off to the baby food aisle. They only have fruit baby food in jars so I grab some of those and a huge jar of strawberry marmelade for all the other kids. Sum total of my costs for all of the above, $11. Jon scored an enormous fruit and chocolate cake for $10. We were going to have a fiesta grande!!
When we get back to the orphanage there is excitement in the air. The directors husband who just came into town helps us set up. We fix up a table with a table cloth, set benches enough for everyone around the perimeter of the room, and put out the cake. The husband fixes the stereo so there will be music, baby Jessica has been redressed in pink and now everyone is wanting to hold her, and Jon replaces the burnt out lightbulbs. The mood was contagiously exciting!!
The older kids get home from Collegio and immediately begin to ask Jon and I questions. The directors are in the kitchen making popcorn and some kind of chocolate drink, and Freseney is excited because she is going to have a great party! Unfortunately for Juan (as we call Jon) and I we have to leave for our cooking lesson. We keep pushing the time limit though, helping the girls with their English homework and playing with the kids. Finally at seven we have to leave because we are already late. We say good evening and leave feeling hopeful and even helpful after a much improved day.
Our cooking lesson was a short taxi ride from San Blas, and was held in the home of another host family. Dina a woman in her 50s was not only exceptionally beautiful and kind but an amazing cook. We made a dish that takes mashed potato which you stuff like a giant ostrich egg with sauteed chicken, onion, bell pepper, and spices. Roll it in flour and then fry it until golden. Serve with a side of steamed broccoli and a vegetable medely of beets, green beans, carrots, mixed in mayonaise. Add a little cocoa tea (not addictive but helps with altitude sickness) and Coca Cola to drink it was a delicious home cooked meal.
It was a wonderful evening sitting around the table eating and talking. The group formed from a collection of four college students from all over the US- Hannah, Andrea, Jon, and Russ, Dina our hostess, Rita (an ex-corporate worker from Morocco) and myself. We spoke Spanish and English and tried to laugh about the affront from a Peruvian man that happened to Hannah, 19, today after she left her project. See, unfortunately it is not uncommon for this to occur with women here in Cusco. Hannah confronted this man after he followed her for several blocks and as she did so he began grabbing at her arms. I told her in an appropriate woman-mother fashion to start screaming curses in his face, poke both of his eyes, and knee him in the groin. Let us just say after that everyone chimed in with their suggestions which reached the pretty hysterical culminating with unexpectedly funny suggestions from Dina our hostess (let us just say that she was making some mean faces and using a grabbing, pulling, and twisting gesture with her hands).
As we said our goodbyes and headed to catch our respective taxis home I began to think how much this is a place of extremes (at least from my perspective). Sometimes the only way to cope with them is through half a measure of common sense followed with hard work, and half a measure of humor and laughter. However upon further reflection, I find that all this seems to be the case at home though as well, now doesnt it?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
>What they need is love
Yes, I would rather tell you about the Plaza de las Armas, my wonderful host family, the effects of cocoa tea on altitude sickness, insane taxi rides, my Spanish lessons, my fellow volunteers, and much more but I can not. As a mother my heart is breaking. As a mother I want to grab my daughter and squeeze her til she bursts.
Tomorrow my fellow volunteer Jon and I will go buy paper, crayons, pencils, maybe some books, and I knew there was a reason I brought baby wipes. I am certain I will be buying Jessica some milk and baby food since she has none. I brought some cash to cover additional expenses and to purchase some small gifts for friends; I am afraid my friends that Jessica will be getting your gift. I hope you wont mind. Yes, they need love and protection and shelter; isnt that what we all want at the end of the day. To be loved so we are not alone in this challenging life. I will give them my love gladly; please go give someone yours.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
To Peru in 2010!
So if you are here you are wondering what all "this" is about. Why does she want to go to Peru? Furthermore why does she want me to support her in going to Peru?? All good questions. Ones I will gladly (and specifically) answer. Although you should know, some answers may be longer than others, and the required background may take a smidge of your time to get through.
You know how sometimes things just come together and you realize that "this" is the direction you need to head towards? Even when that direction may seem a little crazy or even unattainable to everyone else! Well, let me tell you how I came to decide that going to Peru was the direction I needed to head toward. In the last year or so I have been through a divorce, left a well paid corporate job, started my business in Real Estate, experienced additional personal disappointments, and struggled with my health to boot. Now before you think I believe I am a victim let me clarify. I tell you about these experiences so that you will understand that the last year or so of my life has seen dramatic change. I am grateful for the changes. They were hard. Really really hard. Along the way however I have started to learn some pretty important stuff. Learn about myself. Learn about priorities. What I realized is there is a next step in the process that is much different than the steps before. What I started to feel is that how at this point I want/need to learn, share, and give in a way I have never quite done before.
Ok so back to the present and the story part. During a conversation with a good friend she made a comment that I, "should pull an Elizabeth Gilbert and head out on a trip alone" (EG is the author of Eat, Pray, Love and quite a phenomenal lady follow this link for her TED speech on creative genius: http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html ). "Wow" I thought she is totally right. This personal evolution of mine is still really in the beginning stages. As I headed into 2010 and towards the 39 year mark, I promised that I would continue to open myself to learning and experiencing new things and to remembering my priorities. That has resulted in an unleashing of creative aspects of myself and a broadening of friendships with people in the community of Knoxville in general. I don't have cable TV so I spend my free time reading my favorite authors and finding new ones to devour. I alternate between poetry, various types of philosophy, and great fiction. I make sure my daughter comes before work and that money does not dictate my decisions. Why is this important? Because it is not who I was a year ago. Even though clearly I loved my child, the arts, reading, and creativity, I was consumed by work and status and a lot of other "stuff". It is also important because ultimately I am seeking betterment. I am seeking to apply how my life altering experiences and gifts can be given to others in order to continue to broaden my perspective and better communities.
Ok so by now you are thinking "she still hasn't told us anything about Peru and why she wants to go there!!". I promise we are getting there. Back to being like Elizabeth Gilbert. I think we all know as a mom and a professional in the Real Estate business I can't leave for a year or even really a month like EG. But two weeks I can handle. I thought "I do want to travel alone and to somewhere I always wanted to see but never thought I could. And also, "I don't want a 'vacation' I want to do something amazing!". So that was it. Where have I always wanted to go and never thought I would? Umm hopefully you are saying PERU!! What am I passionate about? Knowledge, learning, arts, and well I am a mom and a woman (slightly obvious that one) so women and children's issues are huge for me. So there it was! I decided I want to go to Peru and volunteer. After much research I found that United Planet is just the organization to help that dream come true! Take a look at their link and you will see why: http://www.unitedplanet.org/volunteer-in-peru/. I have applied for a 2 week Quest to assist with an aftercare program for disadvantage street children and orphans. Today, my birthday, is my final interview for acceptance into the program.
Now I think you can see from the explanation above that I don't have the funds I used to a year or even two years ago. Starting a new business is pretty tough (did I mention I am also working part time to support my new business). However, I also said I would not allow money to dictate my decisions. I believe that my community (which is much bigger than any of us realize) is willing to step out on a limb and support me in an effort to go make a difference. Believe me it will make a difference in my personal journey and the lives of many other people as well. As one of my favorite inspirational people Marcus Aurelius says in his great work Meditations, "Not to assume it's impossible because you find it hard. But to recognize that if it's humanly possible, you can do it too (6.19)".
So let me break it all down:
Where I am going: Cusco, Peru
When am I going (tentative): May 17th-June 1st, 2010
What I am doing: Volunteering for 30-40 hours a week, for two weeks, to help disadvantaged children
Who I am going with: Alone but through the non-profit organization United Planet
What I need: Funding of $3,700 dollars (Please see a detailed listing of my financial needs below)
How you can give:
My fundraising page: http://www.firstgiving.com/shannonfoster
(tax deductible b/c United Planet is a non-profit; funds go directly to UP and you can use your debit/credit card to donate).
Come to my fundraiser on Wednesday, March 31st, 2010 at Preservation Pub from 5pm-7pm. (can you see I am confident I will be accepted?)
Other ways to give: Get in touch with me at 865-617-8287, through Face Book, or Twitter and I will give you an address or additional information on where you can send support.
There is no amount that is too small...every little bit makes a difference!!
(See FAQ's below that contain additional information)
What else do I need? Your support not only in donating (did I mention it is tax deductible) but if you think it is kinda cool that a (almost middle age) chick is willing to brush up on her Spanish, trek down a few thousand miles to Peru and help to teach and support a lot of amazing children, then please pass this along to your friends. My guess is they may think it is pretty nifty too and want to help out. I forgot to mention my other motivation is I want my daughter to see me role modeling the behaviors I would want her to exhibit. She will be able to do a trip like this when she hits 16, and I hope to be the one who inspires that choice.
I should also say that I didn't start this blog just to raise money. I am going to blog about this entire process. I will post information about Peru (I mean we all know I am going to be reading), my experiences volunteering, learning Spanish (again), fundraising progress, and also all about my life when I get To Peru in 2010! I will also be able to post video blogs which should be especially awesome when I arrive in Peru. You can also follow me on Twitter at toperu2010.
FAQ's:
1. Why don't you volunteer here? There are plenty of kids in our country that need the help?!
Great question and there is a two part answer (I already warned ya'll some might be longer):
a: For 10+ years I gave money monthly and/or quarterly to non-profit organizations which ranged from helping Native American Children, FOP, Fire Department of Knoxville, Knox Heritage, Susan Komen, IJAMS Nature Center, etc. I have supported friends and family in charity races to raise money for MS and Cancer research. I have personally done races and triathlons that raised money for various terminal illnesses and Children's Hospital. I also donated time chairing a committee and in other capacities to my own neighborhood organization to showcase and support the community in our transitional neighborhood. Furthermore through 10 years with GAP Inc. I regularly donated to United Way and spearheaded various charity events with my stores. I am also a volunteer committee member for the Knoxville Area Association of Realtors Diversity Committee. In addition, Sophia and I have been looking to volunteer at a local Animal Rescue organization. I asked her to choose something she was passionate about, and we have narrowed it down to two possible organizations (more to come on that later). So my point is I do give here at home; however, the main difference is currently I have more time and not so much money. That is why I need your support!
b: I also feel like going to someplace so vastly different will be an amazing growth experience for me personally. Quite frankly I don't think it is a bad idea to be good global citizen as well a good national/local citizen.
2. Why don't you go to Haiti? Isn't it worse there?
Goodness knows Haiti is a horrible situation. However, aside from my personal excitement over visiting Peru there a lot of other great reasons. Did you know they suffered severe flooding near Cusco but it wasn't bad enough to be declared an international disaster so no extra help is on the way? Many families are living in tents!! Sometimes when something as horrible as what happened in Haiti occurs we might forget that there is still help needed elsewhere. Believe me I expect this trip will make me more passionate about going to many other places and doing the same thing!!
3. What if you raise more than you need? How do we know the money I/we donate is really going to that?
First of all if/when I raise more than I need I am going to cry and then shout cheers of joy!! If I raise more than I need then it will be applied to another volunteer trip. As I said in the last question I have no doubt that this will be something I do again. So you have my commitment that I will use any additional funds for further volunteer work through United Planet. Maybe everyone can even vote where I go next time!
Well there are a couple ways to know where the money is going. First you can donate on my page (look for the link in a future blog). That will track it for you. I am also planning at least one local fundraiser. Any cash funds will be deposited in a separate bank account at a local credit union. In addition, I am going to mention each person's name that donates on my blog (unless directed otherwise), and I will track the cumulative amount of the donations on the blog weekly. I guess folks there is some level of trust you need to have that I am not the kind of person to misuse my friends' or friends' friends' or business partners' donations. The choice is yours of course.
4. Why do you need $3,700 that seems like a lot of money?! Are you paying for anything??!
Ok here is the break down:
Plane Ticket from ATL to Cusco: $996-$1135
United Planet Fees: $1665 (Please see the UP website for specifics on how the money is used)
Personal Costs: $900 (Because I am self employed I have no paid vacation so I need assistance paying a portion of my rent, utilities, phone, and child care while I am gone).
Total: $3700
I am paying for:
Vaccinations
Visas
Any necessary travel items needed (clothing, toiletries etc)
Travel cost from Knoxville to ATL
Any incidentals in Peru (food outside provided meals, gifts, extra excursions, transportation etc)
So there it is the beginning of my adventure To Peru in 2010. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, and any questions here. I hope you can come along to help and watch me become a Global Volunteer in 2010!
You know how sometimes things just come together and you realize that "this" is the direction you need to head towards? Even when that direction may seem a little crazy or even unattainable to everyone else! Well, let me tell you how I came to decide that going to Peru was the direction I needed to head toward. In the last year or so I have been through a divorce, left a well paid corporate job, started my business in Real Estate, experienced additional personal disappointments, and struggled with my health to boot. Now before you think I believe I am a victim let me clarify. I tell you about these experiences so that you will understand that the last year or so of my life has seen dramatic change. I am grateful for the changes. They were hard. Really really hard. Along the way however I have started to learn some pretty important stuff. Learn about myself. Learn about priorities. What I realized is there is a next step in the process that is much different than the steps before. What I started to feel is that how at this point I want/need to learn, share, and give in a way I have never quite done before.
Ok so back to the present and the story part. During a conversation with a good friend she made a comment that I, "should pull an Elizabeth Gilbert and head out on a trip alone" (EG is the author of Eat, Pray, Love and quite a phenomenal lady follow this link for her TED speech on creative genius: http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html ). "Wow" I thought she is totally right. This personal evolution of mine is still really in the beginning stages. As I headed into 2010 and towards the 39 year mark, I promised that I would continue to open myself to learning and experiencing new things and to remembering my priorities. That has resulted in an unleashing of creative aspects of myself and a broadening of friendships with people in the community of Knoxville in general. I don't have cable TV so I spend my free time reading my favorite authors and finding new ones to devour. I alternate between poetry, various types of philosophy, and great fiction. I make sure my daughter comes before work and that money does not dictate my decisions. Why is this important? Because it is not who I was a year ago. Even though clearly I loved my child, the arts, reading, and creativity, I was consumed by work and status and a lot of other "stuff". It is also important because ultimately I am seeking betterment. I am seeking to apply how my life altering experiences and gifts can be given to others in order to continue to broaden my perspective and better communities.
Ok so by now you are thinking "she still hasn't told us anything about Peru and why she wants to go there!!". I promise we are getting there. Back to being like Elizabeth Gilbert. I think we all know as a mom and a professional in the Real Estate business I can't leave for a year or even really a month like EG. But two weeks I can handle. I thought "I do want to travel alone and to somewhere I always wanted to see but never thought I could. And also, "I don't want a 'vacation' I want to do something amazing!". So that was it. Where have I always wanted to go and never thought I would? Umm hopefully you are saying PERU!! What am I passionate about? Knowledge, learning, arts, and well I am a mom and a woman (slightly obvious that one) so women and children's issues are huge for me. So there it was! I decided I want to go to Peru and volunteer. After much research I found that United Planet is just the organization to help that dream come true! Take a look at their link and you will see why: http://www.unitedplanet.org/volunteer-in-peru/. I have applied for a 2 week Quest to assist with an aftercare program for disadvantage street children and orphans. Today, my birthday, is my final interview for acceptance into the program.
Now I think you can see from the explanation above that I don't have the funds I used to a year or even two years ago. Starting a new business is pretty tough (did I mention I am also working part time to support my new business). However, I also said I would not allow money to dictate my decisions. I believe that my community (which is much bigger than any of us realize) is willing to step out on a limb and support me in an effort to go make a difference. Believe me it will make a difference in my personal journey and the lives of many other people as well. As one of my favorite inspirational people Marcus Aurelius says in his great work Meditations, "Not to assume it's impossible because you find it hard. But to recognize that if it's humanly possible, you can do it too (6.19)".
So let me break it all down:
Where I am going: Cusco, Peru
When am I going (tentative): May 17th-June 1st, 2010
What I am doing: Volunteering for 30-40 hours a week, for two weeks, to help disadvantaged children
Who I am going with: Alone but through the non-profit organization United Planet
What I need: Funding of $3,700 dollars (Please see a detailed listing of my financial needs below)
How you can give:
My fundraising page: http://www.firstgiving.com/shannonfoster
(tax deductible b/c United Planet is a non-profit; funds go directly to UP and you can use your debit/credit card to donate).
Come to my fundraiser on Wednesday, March 31st, 2010 at Preservation Pub from 5pm-7pm. (can you see I am confident I will be accepted?)
Other ways to give: Get in touch with me at 865-617-8287, through Face Book, or Twitter and I will give you an address or additional information on where you can send support.
There is no amount that is too small...every little bit makes a difference!!
(See FAQ's below that contain additional information)
What else do I need? Your support not only in donating (did I mention it is tax deductible) but if you think it is kinda cool that a (almost middle age) chick is willing to brush up on her Spanish, trek down a few thousand miles to Peru and help to teach and support a lot of amazing children, then please pass this along to your friends. My guess is they may think it is pretty nifty too and want to help out. I forgot to mention my other motivation is I want my daughter to see me role modeling the behaviors I would want her to exhibit. She will be able to do a trip like this when she hits 16, and I hope to be the one who inspires that choice.
I should also say that I didn't start this blog just to raise money. I am going to blog about this entire process. I will post information about Peru (I mean we all know I am going to be reading), my experiences volunteering, learning Spanish (again), fundraising progress, and also all about my life when I get To Peru in 2010! I will also be able to post video blogs which should be especially awesome when I arrive in Peru. You can also follow me on Twitter at toperu2010.
FAQ's:
1. Why don't you volunteer here? There are plenty of kids in our country that need the help?!
Great question and there is a two part answer (I already warned ya'll some might be longer):
a: For 10+ years I gave money monthly and/or quarterly to non-profit organizations which ranged from helping Native American Children, FOP, Fire Department of Knoxville, Knox Heritage, Susan Komen, IJAMS Nature Center, etc. I have supported friends and family in charity races to raise money for MS and Cancer research. I have personally done races and triathlons that raised money for various terminal illnesses and Children's Hospital. I also donated time chairing a committee and in other capacities to my own neighborhood organization to showcase and support the community in our transitional neighborhood. Furthermore through 10 years with GAP Inc. I regularly donated to United Way and spearheaded various charity events with my stores. I am also a volunteer committee member for the Knoxville Area Association of Realtors Diversity Committee. In addition, Sophia and I have been looking to volunteer at a local Animal Rescue organization. I asked her to choose something she was passionate about, and we have narrowed it down to two possible organizations (more to come on that later). So my point is I do give here at home; however, the main difference is currently I have more time and not so much money. That is why I need your support!
b: I also feel like going to someplace so vastly different will be an amazing growth experience for me personally. Quite frankly I don't think it is a bad idea to be good global citizen as well a good national/local citizen.
2. Why don't you go to Haiti? Isn't it worse there?
Goodness knows Haiti is a horrible situation. However, aside from my personal excitement over visiting Peru there a lot of other great reasons. Did you know they suffered severe flooding near Cusco but it wasn't bad enough to be declared an international disaster so no extra help is on the way? Many families are living in tents!! Sometimes when something as horrible as what happened in Haiti occurs we might forget that there is still help needed elsewhere. Believe me I expect this trip will make me more passionate about going to many other places and doing the same thing!!
3. What if you raise more than you need? How do we know the money I/we donate is really going to that?
First of all if/when I raise more than I need I am going to cry and then shout cheers of joy!! If I raise more than I need then it will be applied to another volunteer trip. As I said in the last question I have no doubt that this will be something I do again. So you have my commitment that I will use any additional funds for further volunteer work through United Planet. Maybe everyone can even vote where I go next time!
Well there are a couple ways to know where the money is going. First you can donate on my page (look for the link in a future blog). That will track it for you. I am also planning at least one local fundraiser. Any cash funds will be deposited in a separate bank account at a local credit union. In addition, I am going to mention each person's name that donates on my blog (unless directed otherwise), and I will track the cumulative amount of the donations on the blog weekly. I guess folks there is some level of trust you need to have that I am not the kind of person to misuse my friends' or friends' friends' or business partners' donations. The choice is yours of course.
4. Why do you need $3,700 that seems like a lot of money?! Are you paying for anything??!
Ok here is the break down:
Plane Ticket from ATL to Cusco: $996-$1135
United Planet Fees: $1665 (Please see the UP website for specifics on how the money is used)
Personal Costs: $900 (Because I am self employed I have no paid vacation so I need assistance paying a portion of my rent, utilities, phone, and child care while I am gone).
Total: $3700
I am paying for:
Vaccinations
Visas
Any necessary travel items needed (clothing, toiletries etc)
Travel cost from Knoxville to ATL
Any incidentals in Peru (food outside provided meals, gifts, extra excursions, transportation etc)
So there it is the beginning of my adventure To Peru in 2010. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, and any questions here. I hope you can come along to help and watch me become a Global Volunteer in 2010!
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