Today I....
...saw huge smiles on my parents' faces as they greeted long lost friends.
...missed the way family dinners were once a common occurrence.
...realized I am going to miss my host family a LOT when I say goodbye to them. I don't want to think about that right now.
...learned that I have 5.5 months left. What was I doing 5.5 months ago? Graduating high school. Now THAT'S weird.
...smiled as final plans for our Panama trip are being pieced together! We leave tomorrow morning and come back Wednesday night. No internet. No TV. But LOTS OF BEACH.
Yah!
--Hannah
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Day 93.
Update Time.
-Tuesday there was a strike on the way to Carpio....long story short I had to get out of the bus, walk a kilometer or so, and then luckily some friends found me and I hitched a ride with them in Carpio that way. The strike was put on by the teachers and bus drivers, two groups of people who have not received the protection they need. Last week a bus driver was shot five times and another was attacked this week as well.
-Three hours after I was riding in my friend's truck bed through dirt and dust, I was at at a very high-end mall with some friends for lunch where I spent half an hour playing in an Apple Store on the MacBook Pro I want to get next summer. Yup.
-Test results came back. No one passed math. I have my work cut out for me this semester.
-One girl thought she had passed all three, but when she got her results, it turned out she had only passed one. She told us, "It didn't hurt when my mom beat me. It hurt when I looked at my dad's face."
-I bought and ate an apple with a Washington sticker on it. Delish.
-Today I hiked with Lauren, Alanna, Tom, Jeffry (a friend from Carpio -- he's the boy I have my arm around in my grad announcement for any of you who have those), and Gustavo, the director of New Horizons. I had heard little about the hike, except that at the top was a giant cross and a breath-taking view. We started at 8:30 in Escazu. Six hours later we had climbed up and down three different mountains, crossed two rivers, and ended up in Alajuelita covered in bug bites, mud, and blood. It was one of the best days yet.
-Tomorrow for SURE will be one of my best days here....it's the day my family comes! Twenty-four hours from now I will be laughing with them, introducing them to my tico family, and seeing my two worlds meet. I can't wait. :)
--Hannah
-Tuesday there was a strike on the way to Carpio....long story short I had to get out of the bus, walk a kilometer or so, and then luckily some friends found me and I hitched a ride with them in Carpio that way. The strike was put on by the teachers and bus drivers, two groups of people who have not received the protection they need. Last week a bus driver was shot five times and another was attacked this week as well.
-Three hours after I was riding in my friend's truck bed through dirt and dust, I was at at a very high-end mall with some friends for lunch where I spent half an hour playing in an Apple Store on the MacBook Pro I want to get next summer. Yup.
-Test results came back. No one passed math. I have my work cut out for me this semester.
-One girl thought she had passed all three, but when she got her results, it turned out she had only passed one. She told us, "It didn't hurt when my mom beat me. It hurt when I looked at my dad's face."
-I bought and ate an apple with a Washington sticker on it. Delish.
-Today I hiked with Lauren, Alanna, Tom, Jeffry (a friend from Carpio -- he's the boy I have my arm around in my grad announcement for any of you who have those), and Gustavo, the director of New Horizons. I had heard little about the hike, except that at the top was a giant cross and a breath-taking view. We started at 8:30 in Escazu. Six hours later we had climbed up and down three different mountains, crossed two rivers, and ended up in Alajuelita covered in bug bites, mud, and blood. It was one of the best days yet.
-Tomorrow for SURE will be one of my best days here....it's the day my family comes! Twenty-four hours from now I will be laughing with them, introducing them to my tico family, and seeing my two worlds meet. I can't wait. :)
--Hannah
Monday, November 16, 2009
Day 90.
Today, I...
...saw an apple store in the mall! Okay, that actually happened yesterday, and the store was teeny tiny, but it still made me grin.
...missed old hopes.
...realized I am going to miss speaking Spanish all the time.
...learned that this exists in Chicago: http://chicago.metromix.com/restaurants/ice_cream_frozen_yogurt/cookie-dough-creations-naperville/422629/content
...smiled when a girl from the World Race (an AMAZING program where groups travel the world together, spending one month in twelve different countries, serving God and making friends along the way -- http://www.theworldrace.org/) came back from shopping with a ukulele! That made my day.
--Hannah
...saw an apple store in the mall! Okay, that actually happened yesterday, and the store was teeny tiny, but it still made me grin.
...missed old hopes.
...realized I am going to miss speaking Spanish all the time.
...learned that this exists in Chicago: http://chicago.metromix.com/restaurants/ice_cream_frozen_yogurt/cookie-dough-creations-naperville/422629/content
...smiled when a girl from the World Race (an AMAZING program where groups travel the world together, spending one month in twelve different countries, serving God and making friends along the way -- http://www.theworldrace.org/) came back from shopping with a ukulele! That made my day.
--Hannah
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Day 87.
Today, I...
...saw God in Carmen's home as we crammed 17 people in a tiny living room to watch Blood Diamond. So much love in such a tight space.
...missed renting a movie and knowing that there wouldn't be any pixels/blurs/people getting up and walking in front of the tripod in the movie theater.
...realized I am going to miss my host sister when she moves out in February (that's when she gets married).
...learned what a 5.9 earthquake feels like.
...smiled as I ate another meal that I can remember hating as a child, only to realize that I absolutely love it now. Guess I'm growing up after all.
--Hannah
PS Henry turned 12 yesterday! :D
PPS My cousin Kit got married tonight! Congrats to him and Chelsea (who I know call a cousin-in-law...?)
PPPS I'm going to try something...
...saw God in Carmen's home as we crammed 17 people in a tiny living room to watch Blood Diamond. So much love in such a tight space.
...missed renting a movie and knowing that there wouldn't be any pixels/blurs/people getting up and walking in front of the tripod in the movie theater.
...realized I am going to miss my host sister when she moves out in February (that's when she gets married).
...learned what a 5.9 earthquake feels like.
...smiled as I ate another meal that I can remember hating as a child, only to realize that I absolutely love it now. Guess I'm growing up after all.
--Hannah
PS Henry turned 12 yesterday! :D
PPS My cousin Kit got married tonight! Congrats to him and Chelsea (who I know call a cousin-in-law...?)
PPPS I'm going to try something...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Day 85.
Today, I...
...saw the Great Mouse Detective with Tom. Brought back amazing memories of being twelve with Jeannie and Ali.
...missed my good friend Patrick Lyons. I got to talk to him on skype briefly and he read me his calendar from May. It made me yearn for those moments like I haven't done in a long time.
...realized I am going to miss empanadas (fried masa pockets with a variety of fillings -- my favorite are cheese and beans).
...learned that you can find Biblical themes in the most unlikely places.
...smiled when I checked my mail and got one letter from October 28 and one from September 20. I still have a lot of stuff floating around out there somewhere.
--Hannah
...saw the Great Mouse Detective with Tom. Brought back amazing memories of being twelve with Jeannie and Ali.
...missed my good friend Patrick Lyons. I got to talk to him on skype briefly and he read me his calendar from May. It made me yearn for those moments like I haven't done in a long time.
...realized I am going to miss empanadas (fried masa pockets with a variety of fillings -- my favorite are cheese and beans).
...learned that you can find Biblical themes in the most unlikely places.
...smiled when I checked my mail and got one letter from October 28 and one from September 20. I still have a lot of stuff floating around out there somewhere.
--Hannah
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Day 84.
Today, I...
...saw another production at the National Theater (yay Tuesdays!) except this time a group of the girls from the Refuge joined as a field trip of sorts. The man who checks the bags grinned at me and greeted me with his weekly, "You've returned! I'm glad you love this place so much." I assured him that it's one of the most beautiful places on the planet and then informed him that I was here with my class of girls. "Oh..." he said, "so you're a volunteer." I confirmed this and told him that I worked in La Carpio, then asked if he had heard of it. He paused and lowered his voice, "I've heard of that place. It is a very horrible place. But looking at you, I know you are there for all the right reasons." With that he quoted Matthew 25:35, saying the words of Jesus: "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in." I almost cried at that moment.
...missed the WA State Volleyball Tournament. Way to make it back there AHS! You have no idea how proud I am of each and every girl on that team.
...realized I am going to miss my tica mom. A lot. The other day Tom said, "You know...she's not your real mom." She's not -- she could never come close to replacing my beloved Valerie, but the way that she teaches me, encourages me, and loves me can only be called motherly.
...learned how easy it is to make friends here. While at the theater, another school group full of sixth graders kept staring at me and my blond hair. Finally one youngster piped up, "Doo joo espeek espaneesh?" I told him that I, in fact, did speak Spanish. After the show, I was waiting to meet up with my host mom downtown, and I heard a "Hannah!!!" from across the plaza. The twelve-year-old boy, who probably came up to my elbow, flew with the pigeons and run up to greet me. I'll probably never see him again, but I won't forget his smile.
...smiled when I checked my watch. Only 10 days until I get to see my family!
--Hannah
...saw another production at the National Theater (yay Tuesdays!) except this time a group of the girls from the Refuge joined as a field trip of sorts. The man who checks the bags grinned at me and greeted me with his weekly, "You've returned! I'm glad you love this place so much." I assured him that it's one of the most beautiful places on the planet and then informed him that I was here with my class of girls. "Oh..." he said, "so you're a volunteer." I confirmed this and told him that I worked in La Carpio, then asked if he had heard of it. He paused and lowered his voice, "I've heard of that place. It is a very horrible place. But looking at you, I know you are there for all the right reasons." With that he quoted Matthew 25:35, saying the words of Jesus: "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in." I almost cried at that moment.
...missed the WA State Volleyball Tournament. Way to make it back there AHS! You have no idea how proud I am of each and every girl on that team.
...realized I am going to miss my tica mom. A lot. The other day Tom said, "You know...she's not your real mom." She's not -- she could never come close to replacing my beloved Valerie, but the way that she teaches me, encourages me, and loves me can only be called motherly.
...learned how easy it is to make friends here. While at the theater, another school group full of sixth graders kept staring at me and my blond hair. Finally one youngster piped up, "Doo joo espeek espaneesh?" I told him that I, in fact, did speak Spanish. After the show, I was waiting to meet up with my host mom downtown, and I heard a "Hannah!!!" from across the plaza. The twelve-year-old boy, who probably came up to my elbow, flew with the pigeons and run up to greet me. I'll probably never see him again, but I won't forget his smile.
...smiled when I checked my watch. Only 10 days until I get to see my family!
--Hannah
Monday, November 9, 2009
Day 83.
(Yesterday), I...
...saw three toucans in the rainforest! Tom, Lauren, and I decided against paying big money for guided hikes and went on our own trek through various farmers' plots. While sitting and journaling, we spotted three beautiful toucans. AWESOME.
...missed bus rides that weren't overbooked.
...realized I am going to banana with milk drinks.
...learned what little miracles God can perform everyday (we ran into Marielos in Monte Verde -- she was planning the curriculum for camp).
...smiled when I had to explain to my host mom what a quesadilla is. Costa Rica is NOT Mexico.
--Hannah
...saw three toucans in the rainforest! Tom, Lauren, and I decided against paying big money for guided hikes and went on our own trek through various farmers' plots. While sitting and journaling, we spotted three beautiful toucans. AWESOME.
...missed bus rides that weren't overbooked.
...realized I am going to banana with milk drinks.
...learned what little miracles God can perform everyday (we ran into Marielos in Monte Verde -- she was planning the curriculum for camp).
...smiled when I had to explain to my host mom what a quesadilla is. Costa Rica is NOT Mexico.
--Hannah
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Day 81.
Today, I...
...saw the tippy tops of trees in the canopy as I soared through the clouds on the zipline tour.
...missed being excited about things with Monica Archer and talking about the deep stuff with Mila in my hot tub.
...realized I am going to miss gallo pinto (rice and beans) so so so soooooo much. Tonight we went out to dinner, and that's what I ordered. I'm becoming more and more Costa Rican.
...learned that I can shoot the moon while playing Hearts! Okay, that actually happened last night, but it was one of the greatest moments of my life.
...smiled as I leapt off of a forty foot platform, cascading on a tarzan swing that brought me out out out and up up up in God's creation.
--Hannah
...saw the tippy tops of trees in the canopy as I soared through the clouds on the zipline tour.
...missed being excited about things with Monica Archer and talking about the deep stuff with Mila in my hot tub.
...realized I am going to miss gallo pinto (rice and beans) so so so soooooo much. Tonight we went out to dinner, and that's what I ordered. I'm becoming more and more Costa Rican.
...learned that I can shoot the moon while playing Hearts! Okay, that actually happened last night, but it was one of the greatest moments of my life.
...smiled as I leapt off of a forty foot platform, cascading on a tarzan swing that brought me out out out and up up up in God's creation.
--Hannah
Friday, November 6, 2009
Day 80.
Today, I...
...saw several large insects in the jungle during our 7 mile long hike. And Bigfoot's tracks (aka mine).
...missed Anacortes rain. We're in a RAIN forest, so it's constantly drizzling and it makes me think of wet, wet fidalgo island.
...realized I am going to miss what a delicacy peanut butter is here. It makes me appreciate it so much more.
...learned how cool a hostel can be! We paid $7 each for a bed, free internet, and a bathroom.
...smiled as we began on an adventure that is going stupendous thus far. :)
--Hannah
...saw several large insects in the jungle during our 7 mile long hike. And Bigfoot's tracks (aka mine).
...missed Anacortes rain. We're in a RAIN forest, so it's constantly drizzling and it makes me think of wet, wet fidalgo island.
...realized I am going to miss what a delicacy peanut butter is here. It makes me appreciate it so much more.
...learned how cool a hostel can be! We paid $7 each for a bed, free internet, and a bathroom.
...smiled as we began on an adventure that is going stupendous thus far. :)
--Hannah
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Day 79.
Alright, breaking out of the format again...but this must be done.
I have two big stories to tell. One is the terrifying tale of why I'm not allowed to go running any more. The second is about how incredibly my parents are.
First:
On Saturday (Halloween), Tom decided to go for a little run at around 4 in the afternoon (bright daylight). On his way back home, a car pulled up and four men jumped out in halloween masks. One had a gun hidden by a sweatshirt and he dug it into Tom's side, forcing him into the car. They blindfolded him and drove him for 15 or 20 min, punching him in the ribs with their fists and the gun the entire time. Finally they stopped and shoved him out onto the sidewalk -- at this point all Tom could imagine was a dark alley and the fact that they had a weapon in their hand. Luckily though they drove off (not before stealing the few thousand colones Tom had in his backpocket), leaving Tom in a part of town that he had never seen with no money for a taxi ride home. In his broken Spanish, he asked people on the streets where Parque Chino was (a park near his house) and followed the general direction of their pointing fingers. After an hour and a half of that, he was at my front door, white as a sheet. I asked what had happened. "I just got kidnapped," he said.
Second:
I am so fortunate to have parents who have come before me and done this -- they understand my struggles, my concerns, and those feelings that can't be written in words. This week my mom sent me a copy of her blog from November when she was here six years ago. It pretty much sums up where I'm at (and also plunged me into a pensieve of forgotten memories).
--Hannah/Val
PS One last quote my beloved mother sent me:
I have two big stories to tell. One is the terrifying tale of why I'm not allowed to go running any more. The second is about how incredibly my parents are.
First:
On Saturday (Halloween), Tom decided to go for a little run at around 4 in the afternoon (bright daylight). On his way back home, a car pulled up and four men jumped out in halloween masks. One had a gun hidden by a sweatshirt and he dug it into Tom's side, forcing him into the car. They blindfolded him and drove him for 15 or 20 min, punching him in the ribs with their fists and the gun the entire time. Finally they stopped and shoved him out onto the sidewalk -- at this point all Tom could imagine was a dark alley and the fact that they had a weapon in their hand. Luckily though they drove off (not before stealing the few thousand colones Tom had in his backpocket), leaving Tom in a part of town that he had never seen with no money for a taxi ride home. In his broken Spanish, he asked people on the streets where Parque Chino was (a park near his house) and followed the general direction of their pointing fingers. After an hour and a half of that, he was at my front door, white as a sheet. I asked what had happened. "I just got kidnapped," he said.
Second:
I am so fortunate to have parents who have come before me and done this -- they understand my struggles, my concerns, and those feelings that can't be written in words. This week my mom sent me a copy of her blog from November when she was here six years ago. It pretty much sums up where I'm at (and also plunged me into a pensieve of forgotten memories).
November 24th - Val
Love deeply. Do not hesitate to love and to love deeply…as you love deeply, the ground of your heart will be broken more and more, but you will rejoice in the abundance of the fruit it will bear.
Henry Nouwen, The Inner Voice of Love
“…fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.”
from Romans 12, The Message
It is late November, but to me it does not feel like November. I haven’t seen leaves falling off the trees or gathered windfall apples for applesauce. I haven’t seen the first snows on the Cascade foothills nor watched the water pound the beach in a November gale. Jeff can’t believe it’s November either. As he put it, “It just feels like one long summer.” But, the calendar says it’s November, so I have to believe it is.
Just as I can’t believe it is late November, I’m finding it difficult to believe my heart will “rejoice in the abundance of fruit it will bear” as it is broken by loving deeply, as Henry Nouwen so eloquently put it. I’m struggling to respond to what God wants from me. I don’t see the best being brought out in me and “well-formed maturity” sounds more foreign than Spanish. I guess I’m having a difficult week…make that month.
This month has been a rollercoaster kind of month. The catalyst for the rollercoaster has been home visits. This month I have twice visited the homes off four lovely young women, Carolina (14), her sister Cristabel (12), Grethel (15) and Mileidy (12) whom I have come to know well. They are very faithful members of Monday volleyball (called, Chicas Bonitas) and are also very active in all of the classes offered in the Refuge where I help on Wednesdays and Saturdays. You can see their photos on the Nuevos Horizontes section of our website. Their homes are humble at best. They live off of the main street of La Carpio—to get to Carolina’s home you descend a steep, dirt and rock “street,” cross a narrow garbage swollen stream on a make shift bridge of planks, and descend further down a narrow path. Every square inch that is not dirt, rocks and garbage has casas built practically on top of each other. With so many sheet metal, cement block, or wooden homes it is very easy to believe there are at least 35,000 people living in La Carpio. Inside, lights and furniture are sparse. The smells of cooking are delicious—they can work wonders with rice, a little chicken and the right spices. The crafts the girls make in their classes are the home décor. Carolinas parents both work 5-6 days a week, 10-12 hour days so I was fortunate to meet them.
The day after my first visit to the girls’ homes, Jeff and I were reading the religion section of the Skagit Valley herald on-line. I found myself raging at the “gospel of entertainment” that is so prevalent in all sectors, including the church, of the U.S. Our entertainments have a numbing effect which prevent us from feeling true despair or true joy. At the school our kids attend there is discussion and concern over the Harry Potter books. This is not to discount the discernment of concerned parents, but Carolina’s parents work over 70 hours a week and live in squalor. That is the result of evil—and yet it is an evil the Christian community is not particularly enraged by. I may feel pity, but not concern enough to take action to change things because I might have to change. All I had seen the day before, the time I have spent with the girls, it all came to the surface and I had no entertainment to numb me, no meetings I had to go to, nothing to distract or erase what I had seen—all I could do was cry. There were tears of missing my friends and family, tears of frustration at feeling so incompetent with the language, and tears of rage at the incredible injustice of life in La Carpio. There was shame for having so very much and still finding ample reasons to complain. I suddenly wished I had never even thought of coming to Costa Rica. I wished I had never seen La Carpio, had never read the prophets in the Old Testament or the Sermon on the Mount. I wanted to erase it all.
So, that was a downhill on the rollercoaster….A few weeks later, Jeff and the boys spent the night at some friends so Hannah and I could host a slumber party with Carolina, Cristobel, Mileidy, and Grethel. I also invited two new volunteers, Ali, a recent college graduate from Colorado and Kristen, another recent college graduate from Atlanta (and yes, I had moments of feeling old!) to join in the fun. The walk that I make on an almost daily basis through downtown San Jose was new again as these girls who seldom leave La Carpio held hands and looked at the Christmas decorations in honest-to-goodness wonder. On the bus they laughed and were so excited, it was impossible to not think this was going to be one of the greatest nights ever.
We (the leaders) kicked them out of the kitchen telling them that this was a night for them to rest, we would do the work. After dinner they did something I had not fully expected—they played legos. They LOVE legos and each girl made herself a lovely little house. While they played legos, the grown-ups made cookies. I got out the video camera and taped them singing, dancing, introducing themselves and telling about their lego houses. Jeff had borrowed a television from some friends so we were able to immediately show them the video which they absolutely loved. As the night progressed we played games and wrote letters to another volunteer who had recently left. Late in the night we decided to make the girls hot cocoa. As we were making it, Kristen commented that this evening was like a facial and manicure for the girls. We wanted so much to wait on them and let them be kids for just one night.
Around midnight, we moved all the mattresses that would fit into one room and snuggled in together. There wasn’t room for one person, so I was given the gift of sleeping in my own bed (one of the advantages of being the oldest). Finally, around 12:30 the lights were out. At 5:20 (yes, less than 5 hours later) I heard rustling. Cristobel peaked in my room and gave me a huge hug. Soon Ali appeared and I invited her to talk as Cristobel left. We had been talking for about 20 minutes (I believe discussing the merits of coffee) when Kristen joined us and asked if I knew what the girls were up to. I had heard them and figured they were talking, playing more legos, etc. No, the girls were cleaning the house. By the time I got up, every room had been swept, the dishes put away, every mattress back in place, beds made. Every last lego picked up and put in the box.
We all went to church together where Ali and I sang. Since we had to practice, the girls all learned the song. The words are very simple and honest. Translated it says something to the effect of “Every morning I get up, and every night I rest, thankful for all of Your (God) goodness in my life; for all I am permitted to enjoy.” Jeff and I accompanied the girls home Sunday afternoon, and as the bus entered La Carpio in the twilight of evening, four lovely voices on the bus were singing, “Cada mañana despertar, y por la noche descansar, agradezco tus bondades a mi vida por todo lo que me permites disfrutar…” The people on the bus turned and smiled. How could you not sense the holiness of entering La Carpio with a psalm of thanksgiving rising over the rumble of a diesel engine?
It was an act of gratitude, an experience of true joy, I will never forget.
Jeff and I walked each girl to her home, greeted parents and gave hugs goodbye. Then we went to dinner as I tried to bring together the experience that in some ways left me feeling so disjointed. I do not want to romanticize poverty, nor do I want to aggrandize the good life. So, where did the roller coaster take me? It took me to our computer where I found myself looking at photos of our home in Anacortes. I suddenly longed to be home. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to spend one more minute lamenting over the poverty of La Carpio, the guilt of our wealth, my inadequacies,—I didn’t want to think or feel one bit! Two hours prior I was in a place of tremendous thanksgiving, singing on the bus….
In hind sight, that reaction has since reminded me of when Luke broke his arm. It was less then 5 minutes after his fall, I had him in the car and was going to drive him to the doctor. I asked him how he was and he kept saying over and over, “Mommy, I just want to go to sleep. Can’t I just go to sleep?” I’ve had enough first aid classes to recognize that as a preliminary sign of shock. Perhaps that’s what this month has been—emotional, spiritual shock. I just want to sit in my little room with this little computer and look at digital photos of my house, my family, my little corner of the world and not experience any more heart break. I suddenly don’t want to be “changed from the inside out” because, well, it hurts. I’d prefer to not love deeply—a little, shallow pat on the back sounds good.
So this is where I will leave off. Unresolved, unfinished, unsure of a lot of things—even the month! The calendar says it is November, and I have to believe it no matter how unnatural it feels. Isn’t that the life of faith?
--Hannah/Val
PS One last quote my beloved mother sent me:
“May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.
May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.
May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation, and war, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain in to joy.
And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.”
Day 78.
...saw the schedule for the next couple weeks. The girls' exam results don't come back until November 18, so classes won't start until November 23 (I'll be in Panama with the fam! Wahoo!), so I still have half days for a while. I know I'll be teaching sixth and seventh grade math, a computer class or two for beginners, an English class for two of the latina teachers, and my newspaper class. It's going to be fun.
...missed being in a place where rain doesn't affect phone lines or internet connections.
...realized I am going to miss reading Ecclesiastes every night with my host mom (we've started doing that to strengthen my Spanish reading skills, and it brings me back to when my real mommy and I plowed our way through the whole Bible over two and a half years).
...learned where to buy bus tickets to Monte Verde! Tom, Lauren, and I are taking a little trip up to the jungle this weekend. It's going to be very refreshing to not inhale exhaust with every breath.
...smiled when I checked the date on my watch -- only 15 days until I get to see my parents and my bros! Hot diggity. :D
--Hannah
PS
...missed being in a place where rain doesn't affect phone lines or internet connections.
...realized I am going to miss reading Ecclesiastes every night with my host mom (we've started doing that to strengthen my Spanish reading skills, and it brings me back to when my real mommy and I plowed our way through the whole Bible over two and a half years).
...learned where to buy bus tickets to Monte Verde! Tom, Lauren, and I are taking a little trip up to the jungle this weekend. It's going to be very refreshing to not inhale exhaust with every breath.
...smiled when I checked the date on my watch -- only 15 days until I get to see my parents and my bros! Hot diggity. :D
--Hannah
PS
"Just because something is, doesn't mean it should be."
-- Australia
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Day 75.
So I'm failing at keeping up with my blog. Sorry about that.
I have, however, been writing semi-faithfully in my journal. I figure I'll just type up some of my random thoughts, shove them together, and put them on a platter for you all to read off your screens.
Things to do downtown:
-National Theater tickets
-V for Vendetta
-Jockey Chocolates
-Print out Interbus crap.
-Be happy and secure.
It's all the little things that make up a person -- the stray hairs, the shoe laces, the melodies we sing to ourselves, the words we like to say. And then we take each one of those little things and we share it, offering pieces of our self to be examined and enjoyed. But how much of that is us? Not something we found or something we heard, but something we are? When do we begin to dig deep enough that our real selves are exposed? And when do we know that some one else has exposed their real self?
It's hot today. And I'm older.
You are a light.
You are a punching bag.
You are innocence and a reminder of how far your 16-year-old mother has fallen from it.
You are a smile and a heartbreak, a time-bomb ticking away the happy seconds.
You are a walking, talking, wailing, flailing photograph of your father, who may never know your face.
Or know too much of it.
You are an accident and an embarrassment.
You are a reason to stay alive.
You are beautiful and terrible.
You burn old dreams and plant new ones in the ashes.
You are a LIFE.
You are a miracle.
Scavenger Hunt List:
-signature from a gringa/o
-25 pieces of trash
-heart-shaped rock
-grass crown
-hat
-something shiny
-an animal
-three flowers
-something made from wood
-a hair tie
-something yellow
-a pen
-chapstick/lip gloss
-a book
-a drawing of a lion
-a watch
-the left shoe from some one NOT in your group
-a bead
-Marielos's favorite color
-a key
What does it mean to love these girls?
I see these smiles and I think, "Now what? They will be here for 3 hours -- they will know fun and freedom for that short, short time, and then they'll return to their homes where they must cook, must clean, must provide."
Is that what this is? A brief escape from "real life"? I've heard something else called that before. Drugs.
I want real biscuits and gravy. I want to explore Chicago. I want to start my future and look older in all my facebook pictures.
REALITY CHECK:
While Tom and I were guffawing over youtube videos and Rolemodels, a girl took rat-poisoning in a futile attempt to end her life. Her sister just watched.
But I'm sick of the shock factor. I'm done with listening and immediately thinking, "Now THIS will be a good story to post tonight!" I want to tell about life -- not successes or tragedies, but about life.
I want to do more, but I don't want to burn out. I need time alone. College is going to be so hard for me.
Overall, I think I'm getting better at listening. But maybe I'm just becoming more boring.
Dear God.
Let me learn how hard life can be. Please don't let me be cynical.
How I see Ecclesiastes:
What do you get for working all day?
Generations come.
Generations go,
but the earth is the only steady thing beneath us.
The sun rises,
The sun sets
then it hurries back to its beginnings.
The wind blows south,
The wind blows north,
it goes around and around in a circle called "world".
Every river runs to the sea,
but the sea is never full.
Rivers too return to the rain from which they came.
Everything is exhausting,
more than our mouth can make sense of.
Our eyes have never seen enough,
our ears have never heard enough.
What happened will happen again,
what was done will be done again,
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there ANYTHING you can look at and say "Wow! Now THAT is original!"
It's already been done, already been thought.
We don't remember who died yesterday.
We won't remember who dies tomorrow.
-Hannah
I have, however, been writing semi-faithfully in my journal. I figure I'll just type up some of my random thoughts, shove them together, and put them on a platter for you all to read off your screens.
Luke 6:35
"Then your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High because he is kind to the
ungrateful and wicked."
Things to do downtown:
-National Theater tickets
-V for Vendetta
-Jockey Chocolates
-Print out Interbus crap.
-Be happy and secure.
It's all the little things that make up a person -- the stray hairs, the shoe laces, the melodies we sing to ourselves, the words we like to say. And then we take each one of those little things and we share it, offering pieces of our self to be examined and enjoyed. But how much of that is us? Not something we found or something we heard, but something we are? When do we begin to dig deep enough that our real selves are exposed? And when do we know that some one else has exposed their real self?
Luke 6:38
"A good measure pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be poured into your lap."
It's hot today. And I'm older.
You are a light.
You are a punching bag.
You are innocence and a reminder of how far your 16-year-old mother has fallen from it.
You are a smile and a heartbreak, a time-bomb ticking away the happy seconds.
You are a walking, talking, wailing, flailing photograph of your father, who may never know your face.
Or know too much of it.
You are an accident and an embarrassment.
You are a reason to stay alive.
You are beautiful and terrible.
You burn old dreams and plant new ones in the ashes.
You are a LIFE.
You are a miracle.
Scavenger Hunt List:
-signature from a gringa/o
-25 pieces of trash
-heart-shaped rock
-grass crown
-hat
-something shiny
-an animal
-three flowers
-something made from wood
-a hair tie
-something yellow
-a pen
-chapstick/lip gloss
-a book
-a drawing of a lion
-a watch
-the left shoe from some one NOT in your group
-a bead
-Marielos's favorite color
-a key
What does it mean to love these girls?
I see these smiles and I think, "Now what? They will be here for 3 hours -- they will know fun and freedom for that short, short time, and then they'll return to their homes where they must cook, must clean, must provide."
Is that what this is? A brief escape from "real life"? I've heard something else called that before. Drugs.
I want real biscuits and gravy. I want to explore Chicago. I want to start my future and look older in all my facebook pictures.
REALITY CHECK:
While Tom and I were guffawing over youtube videos and Rolemodels, a girl took rat-poisoning in a futile attempt to end her life. Her sister just watched.
But I'm sick of the shock factor. I'm done with listening and immediately thinking, "Now THIS will be a good story to post tonight!" I want to tell about life -- not successes or tragedies, but about life.
I want to do more, but I don't want to burn out. I need time alone. College is going to be so hard for me.
Overall, I think I'm getting better at listening. But maybe I'm just becoming more boring.
Dear God.
Let me learn how hard life can be. Please don't let me be cynical.
How I see Ecclesiastes:
What do you get for working all day?
Generations come.
Generations go,
but the earth is the only steady thing beneath us.
The sun rises,
The sun sets
then it hurries back to its beginnings.
The wind blows south,
The wind blows north,
it goes around and around in a circle called "world".
Every river runs to the sea,
but the sea is never full.
Rivers too return to the rain from which they came.
Everything is exhausting,
more than our mouth can make sense of.
Our eyes have never seen enough,
our ears have never heard enough.
What happened will happen again,
what was done will be done again,
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there ANYTHING you can look at and say "Wow! Now THAT is original!"
It's already been done, already been thought.
We don't remember who died yesterday.
We won't remember who dies tomorrow.
Luke 7:13
"And when the Lord saw her,
his heart went out to her and he said,
'Don't cry.'"
-Hannah
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