Back to school, Back to work

Now that Sponsor Week and Holy Week are over, the kids are on a regular schedule of working on homework/chores, eating meals, and going to school. It was kinda weird the Monday they went back, as I am used to seeing the campus full of running, shouting kids. I can now relate to the excitement of a puppy when it sees it’s kid(s) come home from school, as I wait to give out hugs to the kids running off the bus at 6:20.

This week has been the start of my regular work days, as I have been getting involved with posting on social media a few times a week and translating letters shared between the sponsors and their sponsored kid(s). It is a struggle not being fluent in Spanish, but I feel that I am learning a lot more everyday. The kids are good about teaching me new words too, and talking slowly and clearly so I can understand…. most times!

Not everything is happy about working in an orphanage. I have figured that out this week. Since Guatemala doesn’t have a true foster system, most of the kids that come to live at the orphanage have family/friends who are fighting to get them back home, out of the care of Casa Shalom. The kids regularly go to audiences, where a court judge decides if they will return to Casa Shalom or be placed back home with their family. Its difficult to watch them go to their audiences and not know if we’ll get to see them again or if the judge made the wisest decision.

That was the case on Monday. A set of siblings left for the court house and did not return that night. These 6 siblings have been at Casa Shalom since the spring of 2015. One of the teen girls I got to live with for the first week of my summer 2015 internship. Another two of the kids were in the toddler house when I got moved there for the last 5 weeks. Each of the kids in this family were spread out among the 7 houses, and almost every kid living at Casa Shalom shared a relationship with at least one of the 6 siblings.

Its difficult to build strong relationships with the kids here, not knowing if/when they will leave. I know there is a big hole here at Casa Shalom without this family, and its just the first of many that will come.

On the brighter side, I was walking with one of the girls and answering all of her questions and asking her questions too. She was very surprised and proud of me that I could carry on a conversation with her and understand most of what she was saying!

A few nights ago, another girl was asking me about my friends and family back in the US. She was wondering why I was living in Guatemala at Casa Shalom instead of with them. I assured her that I want to be here with her and her friends. She then followed by asking me how long I’d be living at Casa Shalom. I wasn’t sure and couldn’t really give her an affirmative answer. I just told her that I’d be here for a long time. “For many years?” she asked. I said “yes” and watched a smile full of excitement stretch across her face. I guess its official that I will be living in Guatemala for many years! We’ll see what God has in store!

Semana Santa, Holy Week

Since Guatemala is mostly Catholic, this week all the kids were out of school for Holy Week. It was another busy week full of activity, outings, and new experiences.

Monday, we all went to a pool together. Everyone from the babies to the oldest teens went with. I expected to go to a regular swimming pool. We went to more than just a pool. There were small carnival rides, a basketball court, walking trails, a lake where you could rent a paddle boat, and little stands set off to the side for shopping and/or eating. We only got to go in the pool, as each different activity had to be paid for separately. It was a blast for all the kids that got to come!

On Tuesday, a few of the houses went outside of the orphanage. I stayed back with the girls houses and took photos, as they constructed and participated in their own obstacle course. They had an eating challenge, a slip n’ slide, a fashion show, bowling, water balloons, and a mud pit. By the end of the afternoon, all spectators were soaked from head to toe!

Wednesday, most of the houses got to participate in an afternoon of activities outside of the orphanage. The kids were split into groups of 10 and each took their turn at each section. Sections included a water game, dodgeball, cornhole, water balloon toss, and basketball. That afternoon wore all of the kids (and voluneets) out!

We took two buses there, one filled with boys, and another filled with girls. I got to ride with the girls’ houses. On the way back to the orphanage, the girls were still full of energy. They were taking turns singing and dancing. So was I! It was kinda fun and exciting to hear a bus full of girls chanting my name wanting me to get up and dance. It was a great way to see each of their personalities come to life.

Thursday wasn’t like the rest of the days. It was… an adventure. I knew there were only outings scheduled for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, so I wasn’t sure what was going to happen on Thursday. One of the boys asked me if I was going to the river with the girls. That sounded like fun, and I replied with a quick “Yes”, not really knowing who was going or where the “river” was.

I grab my camera, changed my clothes, and headed to the girls house. There, they asked me if I was going with them to the store down the street. I told them I’d come along, still unsure of what exactly was happening or if there was a river and/or store.

We head out of the orphanage’s front gates and walk all the way down the street, about a half mile, to the shop on the corner. The girls bought 2 or 3 large bottles of soda for their houses, I think they were 3 liter bottles. They just purchased heavy soda bottles, surely they are headed back to the orphanage now, right?

No. We walk a little further and head down an unmarked trail. This trail was dusty, slippery, less than a foot wide, and was downhill most of the way. We walked through trees and shrubs, and managed to make it down to the river. This river wasn’t what I’d picture a river to look like. This was a muddy stream of water, about 2 inches deep at its deepest point and stretched at most 2 feet wide, weaving underneath the trees. Although this river wasn’t worth the cuts and bruises it took to get down there, the adventure and fun with the kids was!

I was fighting to get down and up those hills on the “trail”. At times, I found myself on my knees pulling myself up the wall, using tree roots as handles to get up. The kids were helping me too, as they were carrying their 3 liter bottles of soda through the forest.

Friday and Saturday, we had a group here, just for the afternoons. They repainted the court and planned activities for the kids. Facepainting, coloring pages, crafts, hacky sack, and drama skits for Easter were a few of the things the team provided. Saturday was Easter around Casa Shalom, so the team filled 400 eggs with candy and coins, and spread them all across the property for the kids to collect. I’m sure the hunt was over in about 30 seconds, as all the kids raced across campus as fast as they could.

This upcoming week shouldn’t be as chaotic, as sponsor week is over and the kids are back to a normal school week schedule. I say “shouldn’t” because I never know what to expect around here!

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Sponsor Week

A busy week after a busy weekend! This week was sponsor week, so the trip was open to anyone who sponsors a child. This week wasn’t like any other team that comes in- the children that have sponsors visiting Casa Shalom are with us from breakfast until curfew. (Usually the teams eat or work on a project throughout the week without kids around). These 17 kids were a handful.

Going to your grandparents’ house, you’re given much more freedom, privileges, and are often allowed to break the rules. That’s what this week felt like. The kids are allowed to drink soda/coffee, go out to eat a few times, are given gifts, and experience a sugar/caffeine rush if their sponsors allow. The 11 sponsors that came aren’t going to say “no” to their kids for the week that they are here, so the Casa Shalom staff/volunteers are left with crazy kids at the end of the day.

It has been fun and eventful getting to know these sponsors a little bit more and watching them interact with the kids they’ve built relationships with. We got to eat in two different restaurants just outside of Antigua, got to go to a theme park, and share our time together, whether it be playing a card game, watching the kids play soccer, or just laughing together.

The theme park almost reminded me of a state fair. There were about 5 roller coasters, 3 water rides, 2 up-and-down rides (like the tower of terror), a ferris wheel, carousel, a few carnival games, bumper cars, and a zoo! The one “big kid” ride I got to take part in was the tallest one at the park. We were brought all the way to the top (at least 15 stories high) and got to look out over Guatemala for about a minute and a half. Just past the property line of the park, there were shack homes, rolling hills, cotton candy clouds, and smoke rising from communities taking part in a meal. I felt like I was inside of a panorama image. I was soaking in the scenery, until my stomach dropped, as we suddenly fell to the ground.

The afternoon, I was helping to keep seven 3-5 year olds from getting lost in the park. We went on the carousel twice and got to visit the zoo. It was unlike any other zoo I’ve been to. One section with the birds we got to walk through was terrifying, at least for me. I was surprised to see all the little kids doing so well. Peacocks were walking free across the walking path, and there was an iguana about 3 feet long, lying down in the middle of the walkway. The kids were all walking as usual past it, while I was almost on my tippy-toes ready to run if it moved.

On the way back to the orphanage, some of the kids fell asleep, others were laughing, and some were quietly seated on the bus. With the wind from the open windows rushing through my hair, watching the sun fall, and observing all those around me, I didn’t care about being in the bus for almost 2 hours in the Guatemalan traffic. I wasn’t concerned about when I’ll get to eat next or how long until I can use the bathroom again. I knew this is where I am meant to be and felt at peace with life in Guatemala. Yes, there have been some lows and highs, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything!

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Hit the Ground Running

Life has begun here at Casa Shalom in Guatemala. I’ve already witnessed events and experiences that I have never before on my previous trips. It’s been a lot, but I am right at home.

Since Guatemala is mostly Catholic, Holy Week (Semana Santa), the week before Easter, is a BIG deal in Antigua. Churches dress in purple or white robes and walk the city streets in a procession, carrying a statue of Christ with a cross, on the cross, or another representation of Easter that has been made specifically for each church. I can now say that I have taken part in a Holy Week Processional.

Not on purpose, a few of us wanted to go into Antigua to explore and have dinner Sunday night. Our restaurant happened to be on the street with 100s of people walking down, and even more watching from the sidelines. It was almost like a Disney parade. Instead of costumes, there were robes, and similarly, people carrying balloons, toys, mist fans, sunglasses, snacks, and anything else you can imagine down the street with them to sell to the onlookers. We took part in the processional and walked with them until we made it to our restaurant, Fridas, a Mexican restaurant named after an artist.

After dinner, we went to walk Antigua a bit and explore the market, one I’ve never gotten to see. It was filled with Guatemalan apparel, strange artwork, and a weird statue that people would give offerings to in hopes of good luck/prosperity. It almost looked like a movie set, going from the bright market, to the dark, candlelit statue’s corner dressed with leaves and rags.

Next we took a walk through the main park square in Antigua. On the way, we got to see artwork being made in the center of the street. Pine needles were arranged to cover a large rectangle. Stencils were used to create borders and patterns to the “pine needle canvas” out of saw dust, flowers, leaves, and whatever they could find. Near the middle, a cross, crown of thorns, or other Easter representation was made in honor of Holy Week.

The city was packed with people at 9:00 Sunday night. About 30 food stands were present (there are usually 10 or so). Pizza, fried food, carnival food, tacos, bbq (where the full pig was in sight at the stand), and many more. All were crowded with people in line, eating on the sides, or just hanging out. It was a night, but I am glad I’ve gotten that experience. I can now say that I will not be stepping anywhere near Antigua next week during Holy Week.

It is surreal to be able to call this place home, being surrounded by 100+ kids who know my name the minute I moved in. I was greeted with a bunch of hugs, smiles and waves from so many that I have been missing. Training starts this morning, and the team of child sponsors comes tomorrow. I know it’ll be a busy week ahead full of activities!

**By this weekend, I should have access to Facebook 24/7. That would be the best way to keep in touch with me. Or downloading the app “What’s App” to your phone. it is a free texting app that doesn’t cost anything internationally and I will also have access to that 24/7, using my same phone number. I will get a new Guatemalan phone number, just to communicate with staff while at Casa Shalom. My email also works, harperseverance@gmail.com, although I can only read those when I am on wifi.  Let’s keep in touch!

Photos and videos will be posted daily on my Facebook and Instagram pages, @PerseveranceOnAMission**

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In the picture below, my room is the door to the far right. There is a bedroom the next door to the left, a kitchen to the left of that, and the bathroom is the far left (half yellow/red wall).