tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771049657279733132024-03-13T03:49:52.378-07:00Holy Frijoles: Claire's JourneyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-47243259709428759412014-05-02T19:04:00.001-07:002014-05-02T19:04:50.004-07:00Dear friends and family,<br />
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I wish to begin this letter with ¨Hi, I´m Bob the tomato...¨ but I don´t know who I should cast as Larry the cucumber, so I guess this is not the time for VeggieTales. I have never been so sunburned. New experiences galore! Later, later.<br />
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I hope that you are all doing well! This sounds impossible, I know, but I have been thinking a lot of everyone here. I mean everyone. People that I haven´t seen in years, or met once for a day, or that I took a class with, those who I have never met but who still influence me. So you are all getting prayers. :) The Schoenstatt Sisters must be influencing me. <br />
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What to start with? I want to tell you more about the Nutrition Center, but it´s hard to know where to begin. Each day is another adventure, but at the same time, I am certain that you don´t want to hear the chronicles of Claire´s Nutrition Center Experiences. However, because it is on my mind, I want to tell you something about it.<br />
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I think that I mentioned earlier, that I switched classes. The Nutrition Center has 97 or so children, from babies to five-year-olds. When I was here in September, I was placed with the oldest class of four year olds because they talk a lot, and I needed to learn Spanish as quickly as possible. That particular class has 26 active youngsters. Besides that class, there is a baby room, a two-year-old room, and a three-year old class, which I am helping with now.<br />
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The first day with my new class did not feel right at all. The Nutrition Center is a large rectangle with an open courtyard surrounded by a walkway. From the walkway branch off classrooms, bathrooms, and the kitchen, as well as the nurses´office and administrative offices. Actually, think of a picture frame with a mat board surrounding the painting. The painting itself would be the courtyard, filled with white rocks and covered by a domed grate at the very top. The colorful matboard that surrounds the picture is the wide walkway surrounding the courtyard on all four sides, and the frame itself is composed of classrooms, etc. Not a perfect analogy, but hopefully it gives you an idea. <br />
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The point of that whole explanation was to lead into the fact that my old class of four and five year olds, as well as my new class of three year olds have to eat in the walkway. There is plenty of room, with lots of sunlight to illuminate our sweaty smiling faces. There are long tables painted in bright colors, like everything here. Pink, blue, and yellow tables complete with benches for the older ones and little colorful chairs for the younger children.<br />
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Usually, I had to pass up the younger class to walk to my own, and many times they would all leave their chairs to give me a group hug good morning. So, I already knew a few names and many faces. But that particular morning was difficult because I had to stay with them and see the confused faces of my other class. I felt like such a traitor, abandoning my old friends to make new ones, but that is not the case.<br />
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In reality, there is another volunteer here, a very sweet girl from Germany, who is with my old class, so I thought that it was better that I didn´t intrude.<br />
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The first day with my new class and many since, have been incredible. Now, I realize that I didn´t abandon my other class, I just gained a second one. Now, I know all the children in both, and I am equally liable to be attacked by either bunch upon entering the classroom. Of course, that means that I will also be ignored by both groups if they don´t like what I am saying. <br />
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Some things are the same. For example, when I sit down in one of the red, blue, green, yellow, or orange chairs, somehow it has a magnetic affect. Sooner than later, I have two children on top of me, and usually two more sitting next to me holding my hands and playing with my ring, watch, or hairties. Really, anything to get some attention.<br />
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This time before breakfast when we are waiting for everyone to arrive is a free time, when it is okay if they are playing a bit, as long as we are reasonably under control. They like to play with my hair, and look at my arms and hands. I can´t tell if the whiteness of my skin is interesting to them, or purely strange, because every day it is the same. I joke that my primary job is a chair, because more often than not I have at least one child on my lap or in my arms.<br />
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The boys, being boys, like to play rough. But because they aren´t so big, it doesn´t really matter to me. There is one little tyke who likes to take my forearm in his two little brown hands, and try to twist it. Then he asks ¨does it hurt? Now? What about now?¨ I just laugh, because the chances of him actually being able to inflict significant pain are very small. Just like my brothers, these boys like to show off by seeing just how hard they can slap my hand. I have to say, they do have surprising force for their size. They jerk their small bodies back to try to muster as much force as possible before slamming their hands onto mine.<br />
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Although this class is smaller, only 20 children instead of 26, I have more work in some ways. The teachers are actually a mother and daughter, but the daughter is pregnant, so she can´t overdue things. Therefore, I draw the homework, carry all the chairs, and carry the trays of food and such. Plus, I have my unofficial position as chair, horse, and whatever else is needed.<br />
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I feel like I am not doing the whole situation justice. It´s hard to properly paint the picture. The children are very energetic, very vivid. Their passions are intense. Sometimes they change from smiling to crying to angry in the space of a minute. It´s not that they are always happy, because they tease and fight each other, but they seem to need less to be happy, if that makes sense. <br />
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For example, a few days ago, I brought Easter candies for the teachers. Not many, but a few for each. I had brought a bag of Sweetarts because I thought they would like the little animals and the colors. It was naptime, and most of the group was quietly sitting at the tables, their heads resting on the table, nodding off. I had just sat down, and two children moved from the table to sleep on me instead. As I looked over their heads, I saw the teacher had one of the little candies to a child.<br />
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That´s not unusual, right? But when I observed the little girl bite off pieces of the Sweetart and distribute them among her tablemates, it was very touching. Those candies are teeny, but this way they all had a taste. No one asked her to do it, it was completely voluntary.<br />
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I had a day off today to go the the beach with all my housemates! We left at 5:45 this morning, so they are already asleep. The day went beautifully, with tons of sun and smiles. But towards the end, when we were standing around trying to dry off before getting back home, I was thinking about the beach.<br />
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At this point, I was starting to feel the sunburn, and the beauty of the water, sand, and shells was growing dimmer as my legs were throbbing more. So, I was thinking about how maybe life is like a beach.<br />
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Sometimes, I am the person who is sunburned. It´s superficial, but it hurts, and I begin to lose the sense of what surrounds me, and can only feel what is my immediate reality. Other times, I am the person laying on a towel, sunbathing. I can catch the rays of sun, but at the same time, I lose sense of time and my backpack gets stolen. Or, I am the teenager searching for the perfect shell, always bending over, staring at the bottom, never seeing the sky or paying heed to the greetings of the other people, yet never quite encountering what I am searching for. Other times, I am the little crab in a shell, just trying not to get squished by someone´s flip-flops. Some days I am the frustrated person writing in the sand, trying to make something beautiful, but it gets destoyed over and over by forces beyond my control. <br />
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But once in awhile, I am the child. The child that sees the beautiful blue ocean girded with white sand, and dives right in, enjoying it all, taking the tumbles in the waves and still coming to the surface with a smile. I wish that I could remember to be the child more often.<br />
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So, now that my beach musings have come to a conclusion, I want to wish you all a goodnight. I am only here for another week, but I hope to post one more time while I am here, and another after I arrive at home. There are so many experiences, that I wonder if I should continue until I run out, or if I should let things rest. I can´t believe that I have been here almost a month. The first time was (I thought) a once in a lifetime experience, but somehow I have been blessed with another opportunity. I wonder what God with bring about with it. Who knows?<br />
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Have a wonderful week! I am praying for you all!</div>
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Love, </div>
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Claire</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-40832019826395457932014-04-21T12:13:00.003-07:002014-04-21T12:13:34.749-07:00Dear family and friends,<br />
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I send you the most special of Easter greetings! I hope that the joy and freedom of Christ fills your lives in a special way this Easter Season. <br />
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My Easter weekend in La Victoria was a beautiful and exhausting experience. But for your benefit, I will content myself with the Easter Vigil experience, although Holy Thursday and Good Friday were both wonderful as well.<br />
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After some discussion with my housemates Annelie and Kristina (Eliud being with her family this week) we decided to go to the Easter Vigil Mass Saturday night, and then have a special breakfast Sunday morning. I attended an Easter Vigil Mass two years ago, but this was a different experience entirely, as you might guess.<br />
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Good Friday afternoon when the service was finished, the priest reminded us all that the Vigil Mass would begin precisely at 10pm Saturday night on the property of the Schoenstatt Sisters. The German girls and I exchanged incredulous glances, as the service itself that day had begun 45 minutes late, as customary for events. After a time, we know that any event or meeting will start from 15 to 40 minutes late, but we can´t help ourselves from arriving on time, just in case. <br />
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That night, accordingly, the three of us stood outside our house, armed with candles and cameras. For some reason, this time people took the priest seriously. For about an hour ahead of time until 10pm, the congregation came to the area to wait. Luckily for us, the gathering was in the driveway right after Casa Maria, our house and we found a spot in which we thought we could see.<br />
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Two minutes after 10, we began the Mass with the blessing of fire. All of a sudden, the space between the small bonfire and the people was nonexistent. I could barely see anything, but thanks to the priest´s handy-dandy little truck, I could hear it very clearly! Due to the walks and different church activities, his beat up pick-up is equipped with a microphone and speakers. Anyway, very shortly, the Easter candle was lit and the people from the front shared their light with others, and in a few minutes the whole crowd had lit candles. Some were big, some were small, others decorated, kind of like the people who held them. <br />
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Slowly, we processed from the Schoenstatt Grounds to the parish church, a walk of about two blocks. For the entire time, we were singing the refrain of a song about Christ the light of the world, as the cantor belted out verses on the microphone. I have to admit, I was afraid for my hair. There were so many people, children, teens, adults, and elderly, each with their own candle, and we were all walking pretty close to one and other. But, I made it through without incident and arrived at the church unsinged.<br />
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The Sisters had warned us that we should bring chairs from the house, as they also did, because the chance of getting a seat in one of the pews was small. So, Annelie, Kristina and I all brought chairs. Long story short, I ended up standing in the back of the church, along with many who had not brought chairs. The aisles, empty spaces and yard also had extra people who did not fit in the pews. After the priest processed into the sanctuary with the Easter candle, the people quickly followed in, filling the space with bodies, the air with smoke from their candles, and the room with their light.<br />
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Note: It is rare to have complete silence here at any event at all. Really. I went to a funeral, wedding, baptism, prayer events, Mass, and for each one there are always people talking. Ideally, according to the man speaking on the microphone that night, we would have had silence coming into the church, but that was an impossibility, as we all knew well.<br />
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The Mass commenced with an upbeat song led by the Schoenstatt Sisters and was then followed by the readings. I did not remember this from my other Vigil experience, but I will never, ever forget this one. We had eight readings from the Old and New Testament, interspersed with prefaces, prayers, and psalms. My feet ached! I had made the dreadful mistake of wearing new blue sandals for Easter, whereas I should have known better by now. Hah. Silly me. After each time the priest and people stood up, I expected the Gospel reading, but it was only for a prayer and then the rest of the people sat down again.<br />
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When it was finally time for the Gospel, I had abandoned caution and removed my sandals, putting them under a chair along with my candle, which had finally blown out in the wind from the open door behind me. There were so many people that I could not take a step backwards or to the side for fear of trampling a neighbor, and two ladies were seated in chairs in front of me. Sadly, although I understood the Gospel and homily at the time, now I can´t remember what they were. I think that it was somewhere around midnight at that point, and I had been awake for the last 18 hours, so my standing position actually providential in that I was not in danger of dropping off to sleep. Although, that would have been near impossible.<br />
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Then, after the Gospel, we dove right into the sequence of prayers for the Church, fellow Christians, Jews, all people, those in need, governments, and everyone else. Then, we renewed our Baptismal promises, which was fun in Spanish, and in memorial of our Baptism, we were sprinkled with holy water. I say sprinkled, but perhaps should say drenched. The priest is of a charismatic personality and does nothing by halves. He had a bunch of branches that he used to throw water over the congregation. As the choir sang out Agua Viva, he traversed the church thoroughly, water at hand. When he came to the very back, where many of us were packed standing, he passed right in front of me. As the space was small, he was maybe a foot away from me. He looked directly at me and SPLASH. Shower time! And so it continued.<br />
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Randomly, throughout the Mass, either the choir or the priest would call for an applause for Christ, and the church would ring with the clapping hands as the people sprang to their feet to celebrate their King´s resurrection. And at the sign of peace, when we wish each other Christ´s peace as he himself did, complete strangers embrace each other as friends as goodwill overflowed.<br />
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The offertory, where the gifts of bread and wine are generally offered to be changed to the Body and Blood of Christ, was special. There were more items presented, each one with a significance that was announced as it was presented. We had flowers to symbolize the beauty of creation and the blossoming of life within us, food for the sustenance God provides, a Bible, water, and many more things. I love symbolism, and this way of thanking God while giving back His gifts was an interesting way to think of ordinary things in a different light.<br />
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After communion and the final blessing, we sang the final song with much gusto. <br />
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The music for this Mass was amazing Dominican hymns complete with guitars, keyboard, tambourines and drums. The choir´s enthusiastic harmonies added to the general beauty. I don´t know if I had mentioned this earlier, but we don´t have missalettes or songbooks. For the songs, the choir leads and for the most part the people know the songs. If not, by the third refrain, we have the gist of it and can at least join in. <br />
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If I had to describe the music in a word, I am not sure what I would say. Enthusiastic? Inspired? Catchy? Strong? Loud? In reality, it was all that and much more. Especially for the Mass responses the crowd sang with such enthusiasm that you would have thought they had waited all of Lent for those moments. Clapping, swaying, waving, are all normal expressions of participation in the music. Even if the words escape you, you can still keep time by clapping.<br />
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And the last song was no exception! The choir outdid itself for the last song; there was clapping, swaying, waving, the full participation of everyone. It was so filled with Easter joy and triumph that people were literally dancing down the aisle on the way out. No kidding! And loud! 1AM and whole families, elderly and all of us were going strong. If the Apostles had enthusiasm like them, I can see how they conquered the world for Christ. A friend next to me screamed a Happy Easter but I could barely tell.<br />
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So by the time we finished at the church, it was 1:15 AM Easter morning! Whew! What a vigil! Kristina, Annelie and I walked back, carrying our chairs, the songs still ringing in our ears. The guard at the Nutrition Center, which is on the Schoenstatt Sisters´grounds, told us that he could clearly hear the Mass from two blocks away. Not a surprise.<br />
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Sr. Lucia invited us to the Shrine, where the Sisters would sing the Regina Coeli. It was beautiful! The priest had followed to hear it as well, and then wished the Sisters and us a blessed Easter and goodnight!<br />
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A few more minutes passed as we exchanged Easter greetings with the Sisters. By this time, our 6pm dinner was only a memory, and Kristina told me that I had to understand that although we would still eat together later that morning, it was time to eat then. so, we had bread in the kitchen before we attempted to go to bed at 2:30 or so. I still had cards to write, so I was up until 4 Easter morning. Did I eat a jellybean or two? You can bet that I did!<br />
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So yes, in conclusion it was a long, but probably one of the most beautiful Masses that I have ever attended. The music, people, and liturgy made for a heavenly experience :) <br />
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Later, Annelie woke me to an Easter feast. There were only three of us, but we had each prepared something for each other, and then the Sisters had given us more things, so we had sweet bread, lamb cakes, German cookies and muffins, my banana muffins, bread, maizena (a breakfast pudding) and fruit. It would have been enough for days! As we ate, we discussed our different family traditions, both as individuals and by country. It is so interesting to hear about how we celebrate. Dominican, German, American; but all children of God and therefore a family.<br />
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In the long Vigil Mass, I offered it specially for my family and for all those who have touched my life in any way or will in the future. Chances are, if you are reading this, it was offered for you. Thank you! Blessed Easter to all! I keep all of your intentions in prayer here. I hope that each of you had a restful day with family and friends. God bless you all!<br />
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Love,</div>
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Claire</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-21139028785714052872014-04-14T14:33:00.003-07:002014-04-14T14:33:56.378-07:00Dear friends and family,<br />
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Part Two: The Return. Guess what? I am back in the Dominican Republic! After four months of Wisconsin winter, I decided to come back to volunteer in the Nutrition Center for a month before I start school in August. Long story short, I have begun another chapter here in La Victoria.<br />
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To add to the fun, I wanted to surprise my old housemates, Eliud and Annelie, so I requested that the Schoenstatt Sisters refrain from telling them that I was coming. Instead, they were told that an American girl was going to stay for a month and that her name was Marie. <br />
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The flight was fairly uneventful from Chicago to New York, but after arriving in Santo Domingo, I encountered a slight problem. My entry papers were inspected and approved, I bought my visitors´card, and found the baggage claim.<br />
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But of course, then I encountered a problem. After watching numerous bags of all descriptions wind around and be picked up by their relieved owners, I was still standing there. My duffle bag came through, which was wonderful because it contained clothes and small things for the children of the Nutrition Center. Lucky for me, I was only missing the suitcase with my clothes and malaria pills. Although I was not the only person waiting an uncommonly long time, as the minutes ticked by and stretched on, I began to wonder what could have happened. Maybe someone grabbed it by mistake, or I missed seeing it, or it was lost. The possibilities seemed endless. I stood there, praying that I would eventually find it and that I would have still someone to pick me up, as I was an hour late due to flight time and the unforeseen baggage problem. And so it was until off in the distance, rudely abandoned on the side of the terminal from San Juan was a black suitcase with a bunch of colorful ribbons. Watching it closely lest it disappear, I limped my way over, backpack and duffle bag in tow. Sure enough, my bag had been taken with the flight that went from Chicago through San Juan to Santo Domingo, instead of passing through NY with me. Gladly, the customs officer just waved me through, and I could begin to look for my friends.<br />
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They, of course, did not know who to look for, so I was searching for the Schoenstatt Sister accompanying the girls. In general, a person in a habit or uniform is easy to find, even in a crowd. In fact, I did not find them first; as I meandered down the aisle, I heard an unmistakable exclamation, ¨CLAIRE?!?!?!¨ from Eliud. Of course, there was much more that was said. They couldn´t believe that it was, in fact, me. Eliud poked me in the arm as we drove to La Victoria to ascertain that it was reality. She joked that I might only be a ghost or a dream.<br />
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Nor do I blame her, as I can hardly believe it myself. When I came the first time (for those who read this blog, you know a bit of what I mean) my experience was incredible; half of my impressions would take weeks to adequately describe. Now, it seems unbelievable that I could be blessed with another opportunity to work and learn here. As of now, I have plans to teach English, care for children, help with a May celebration, and learn how to prepare Dominican desserts, as well as studying Spanish and working at the Center.<br />
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Speaking of the Nutrition Center, no one there knew either that I was coming back. So, the screams started as I walked up to the building and through the gate. ¨CLARA?!?!¨ Yes, sometimes I enjoy surprises, when they aren´t given to me. Because my classroom was the farthest one from the entrance, I came to it last. through the metal slates of the windows, I saw the teachers stand up and peer through, and the children began chanting my name. As I opened the door, the whole class converged on me, still shouting. The teachers had to help me up! They all remembered me! Considering how many volunteers have come in and out of their lives, this really touched me. In the three days of class that we have had since I returned, they have stuck to me, especially the troublesome boys that were my favorites. (I couldn´t help it, they were only naughty because they needed some attention) <br />
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There is so much to tell! Since I have the time and Internet at this moment, I would like to describe my experience last Friday at an activity called Via Crucis.<br />
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One reason that I wanted to come here now, was that I want to see Holy Week traditions here, especially since I could not stay for Christmas. <br />
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Via Crucis are prayed every Friday during the Season of Lent. Basically, it is the Stations of the Cross, where we remember and meditate on the different steps and encounters of the last journey of Christ to the cross. There are fourteen stations, and at each and between each one different prayers and meditations are given for reflection. I have prayed the Stations of the Cross before, but not in this particular way. All the other Fridays this prayer is held in the village of La Victoria, with the stations at different points throughout the town. <br />
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I only heard about this Thursday, the day before. We were eating dinner together that night so I asked Eliud to describe Via Crucis to me, and asked if she would go. After the description of how beautiful and special they are, I said that I would like to go. ¨Claire, it´s far. But far.¨ ¨that´s okay; I like to walk,¨I replied. ¨FAR,¨she repeated, at least two more times. Undaunted, the next morning I found out that one of the Sisters was going and would let me come too.<br />
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So after working at the Nutritional Center, we set out at 2pm. It was a hot, humid day, akin to August in Wisconsin. I had packed two water bottles, and Sr. Lourdes made sure that I brought an umbrella. We started out in the village, right outside the parish church. After the opening prayer and reflection, the column of people moved forward together; umbrellas open to shield them from the sun. <br />
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And so it began. We walked, prayed, and sang together. The distance between each station seemed longer as time went on, but that could have also been the heat. As we progressed, the group became larger and larger. A friend of mine, Yanela, was also walking Via Crucis for the first time, so we shared an umbrella, and endeavored to not lose each other in the crowd.<br />
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I don´t remember if I have ever described the country roads here, but I will do so anyway. They are dirt, almost completely clay sprinkled with stones. Clay has a tendency to be difficult when wet, and very painful when it is dry. All of us had white dusty feet in a short amount of time. I can´t imagine what some of the more sacrificial people went through. They had removed their shoes in order to mimic more closely the original Way of the Cross.<br />
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The walking itself was at first not difficult. Actually, I distinctly remember wanting to walk faster, but the crowd consisted of people of all ages: elderly, middle aged, pregnant women, and small children. But after a time, the heat made things much more challenging. For me, breathing was more difficult. We were walking with only a small space in front of us, because there were so many people, which made it hard to see to avoid potholes and other hazards, such as neighbors´umbrellas. From where I was I couldn´t tell where the procession began or ended, and as I already mentioned, it was hot and humid.<br />
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Normally, if I have participated in outdoor Stations of the Cross, it is in spring. usually, the weather is cold and rainy, or occasionally very nice. Realistically, Jesus did not walk in cool spring weather; I imagine that reality had much more in common with this Way of the Cross, where we were sweating, dirty, panting and exhausted.<br />
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Note: I liked it very much; I´m not complaining, only trying to adequately describe this walk<br />
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So normally, it is in the town, but because this was the last Friday of Lent, this Via Crucis was scheduled to walk to Mata Ma´mon, a country town. Although I did not realize it at first, but when I had gone with the bus to drop off the children after school one day last December, I went to Mata Ma´mon. The bus drives all the children to the Center who live too far to walk, and this was the last stop.<br />
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Towards the end of this walk, I admit that my prayer was not so focused, and I didn´t care if we went more slowly than normal. But the whole experience of so many people offering their afternoon to remember and reflect on the Way of the Cross, and the manner in which they did it made an impression on me. We passed up village after village, always adding to the number of participants. I lost count, but I think we went through four or five small villages, all pieced together in worse condition than La Victoria, finally arriving at our destination after three hours of walking/limping. During this walk, I couldn´t believe that some of those people had chosen to do it. Especially two cases, for one friend of mine, a teacher, is pregnant, and yet she walked with her husband. In the other, a family whose small daughter is in my class decided to walk all together.<br />
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At the end of the way, we had a Mass outside, in which most of us had to stand. I was trying to guess how many people were there at the end, but definitely upwards of 600. It was packed. There were buses at the end of the journey to bring back those who lived far away, and so the three hours that we had walked was covered in 20 minutes of driving. I stumbled in my house at 7:10 ready to sleep. I later learned that they had not expected so many people, and some walked the whole way back.<br />
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Yesterday, Palm Sunday, had it´s own experiences, but I have exhausted my time, so I will save stories for later. Right now, I am especially looking forward to Easter and this whole weekend.<br />
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Thank you for all the prayers and well wishes; you are certainly in my as well. I´m sure that you will hear of many more stories in the weeks, and months, and years to come! Please keep the Schoenstatt Sisters and their work in your prayers!<br />
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God bless,<br />
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Claire<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-8250832425167892432013-12-09T17:03:00.000-08:002013-12-09T17:03:09.757-08:00Hi,<br />
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I hope that you are all well! I apologize for not sending out something. Even now, this is only a half-finished story. We were without power, internet, and telephone for a long time, and I have not had computer access. This was what I had started, but not finished. I think I will post another time after this to better complete my journey. There is a lot more. For now, however, this will have to do.<br />
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Love and prayers,<br />
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Claire<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">I think
that the motto for my trip might be Every day is a new adventure- make the most
of it! I have been trying to use up
every minute of my limited time here to learn something or to teach
something. In the process of exchanging
knowledge and customs comes a friendship, a mutual joy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">That being
said, one of my adventures of the past two weeks was to learn more about the
food here. The same types of food that I
am used to eating in the United States are cooked differently here, and if
possible I wanted to be able to cook Dominican. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Just about
every other day, I went to the Nutrition Center early so that I could watch the
ladies prepare breakfast for the children.
The children have a more varied breakfast than the teachers; oatmeal,
harina, harina de maíz, or maízena.
Occasionally they eat bread and cheese, and even more rarely
cereal. But since I know how to cook oatmeal and slice bread, I
mainly wanted to learn about the last two foods. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Well, I did
learn- to cook harina de maíz for ninety children! The amounts are just a bit different than
what I am used to. It will take me a
couple tries, I think, to scale it down to a manageable size. The harina de maíz is a sweet corn pudding
that is either flavored vanilla or chocolate.
My job was mainly to stir the concoction as it cooked on the stove. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">But first,
I had to stir the powdered milk into good water and mix in the corn flour. That took more time than I had anticipated,
due to both the volume of the substances and the tendency of corn flour to
clump into little balls. While I was
whisking the milk and flour together, on the stove was a giant metal pot filled
with a boiling tea made of cinnamon, sugar, and water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"> When I finally had the approval of the cook, I
dumped the milk mixture into the pot.
These ladies are really used to cooking for this amount of people. I was nervous because after the milk was
added, the level of the maíz was only two inches from the brim of the pot. As I am struggling with trying to describe the amount
of food being prepared, just know that
my milk mixture was three gallons. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And the
stirring began! Because of the water and
milk, at first the harina is a relatively thin liquid, but with the heat, it
gradually thickens. I had to stir it
constantly to prewent lumps of corn flour from reforming. Twenty minutes later, I wondered how the cook
did not have disproportionately large arms.
As the mixture thickened, it was more and more difficult to stir. With a
huge smile, she took the spoon from me and stirred the harina easily, using her
hand but not her whole arm. Always
something to learn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Well, the
harina was very good. At least, I
enjoyed it, and most of the kids ate well that day. Although, now I understand why towards the
end of their bowls, the kids don´t want to eat more. It
tastes good, but is super filling.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"> I have to say, I am jealous of some of the
cooking implements here. The metal spoon
that I used to stir the pudding was huge and heavy duty. Without a doubt, it could double for a
baseball bat. (Why am I thinking of
baseball? That´s another story) The size
of the pot requires two people to carry it.
In my dreams, right?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Back to
baseball. We had a group come and
deliver Christmas toys on Friday. It was
chaotic, but very happy. The kids were
in Heaven. Each one received one toy, and what strikes me is
that they were perfectly happy with the toy that they were given. Surprisingly, I don´t remember anyone
fighting over a toy or being upset that someone had something different. Instead, they hurried to show the teachers or
me. Look, look, look! It was easy to get them to shout a hearty
thank you to our guests, who enjoyed giving the toys just as much as the
children enjoyed receiving them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Among the
mixture of barbies, dolls, helicopters and cars were some plastic bat and ball
sets. Remember my bizarre baseball game
with Berlin? Unfortuantely for him, he
wasn´t at class on Friday. I don´t know
which was the case, but when children don´t come to class, it is either because
their parents can not bring them, or they are sick. Either way, he was absent.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">After deliberating a bit, I finally asked the group if I could have a toy for Berlin. They were more than happy to oblige. I am looking forward to giving it to him. The teachers told me that for many of these children, the gifts they received with be the same ones that are under the tree later. Many families don´t have sufficient food, let alone money for toys. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-26129527293571829952013-11-17T11:52:00.001-08:002013-11-17T11:52:56.332-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dear friends and family,</span></div>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-710b8538-679f-17f0-6cd1-e865e2cf04f3" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This time, I am trying to be more timely with this blog, but we will see if that will ultimately pan out, because I only have a bit of writing time now.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, these past few days have been hectic, and the next few will be too, hence my problems with time. This weekend there are two groups that are on retreat here, and together they have over forty people. They are always needing something, and they have the unfortunate habit of eating meals late. Besides that, there are many people who volunteer and work here on the weekends, and they all eat here too. The eating thing is only pertinent because that means Eliud, Annelie and I have many dishes, sometimes until very late at night. Oh, and this Sunday is Covenant Sunday, so the Mass is large, and at 4pm. Did I mention that there is also a wedding today (Saturday)? </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yesterday was a special day. Eliud graduated with her English class. She was so excited, because it was not only her class of fifteen students, but many English classes from different technical schools that graduated together. The ceremony was in Santo Domingo, and the president attended. It was an all day affair.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Annelie and I had been secretly plotting to do something to celebrate Eliud´s graduation. Eliud is the kind of person that is always helpìng someone. It is not uncommon for me to find a note or flowers at my bedroom door. And she has an unending patience for teaching Annelie and I Spanish. Eliud has been attending this English class daily since February, and I am amazed with all that she has learned in that time. Besides that, she insists that I correct her English, and is always trying to speak well. All in all, if anyone is deserving of a graduation celebration, it is Eliud.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My experience this week was not solely my own. I have a new friend/housemate! Annelie arrived from Germany almost two weeks ago. She is still getting accustomed here, but we are all getting along very well. One day rainy day we were stuck inside so we had a musical afternoon of sorts. Sr. Mayrelis left her guitar in our house, and Annelie brought her flute with her. With the guitar was a collection of Spanish songs, but they were written differently than I knew how to play. However, a few were English that I knew, so we tried those, and a couple German songs from Annelie as well. The best song was a Christmas one. I think that if we keep at it, we might have something, provided that Eliud is willing to be the singer. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">While Eliud was out of the house, we realized that our gift options were extremely limited. However, I have been scouting out the retreat house kitchen little by little, and I thought that we could try to make a dessert for her. This idea was well received by Annelie, who had planned for cake baking here. She brought chocolate and ingredients from Germany, as well as some recipes. Eliud left Wednesday, so we began to translate and choose recipes that night. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There were two cakes that she had in mind. The first one was chocolate, but it needed wine, and some ingredients that I hadn´t seen here. The second was a marble cake. I picked the tried and true chocolate chip cookies. Who doesn´t like those? </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On Thursday, as soon as we finished work at the Nutrition Center, we hurried to the Retreat House. Because of the groups, the ladies would start cooking dinner early, so we had to have our things done or as close to finished as possible before the space was needed.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This turned out to be a very interesting and long afternoon. It all began with our ingredient search. Of course, there was no wine to be found. The cake didn´t need much, only about a cup or so, but it was a necessity in the recipe. So we thought about making muffins. However, we were without anything to put in them. No kind of baking fruit or ground cinnamon. The marble cake was the last resort. It called for vanilla sugar, rum, and baking powder, none of which we had.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After some discussion, we used vanilla extract and baking soda mixed with corn starch and hoped for the best. It looked pretty good in batter form, but Annelie said that it didn´t taste the same. The next step was to bake it, of course, but the oven here is…..well….strong? I had never used it before, but Sr. Reiza Maria had explained how to use it. Because of our time concerns, we had chosen to bake the cake first, and the cookies afterwards.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We turned on the oven, and I started to mix the cookie dough. Butter was lacking. I couldn´t find any! So I walked back to Casa Maria and took the last of what was in our refrigerator. It was for a good cause, after all. Meanwhile, Annelie washed up her cake dishes. When I returned in ten minutes with the butter, something was definitely wrong. The whole kitchen smelled of gas! I turned off the knob, opened the oven, and started the fan. It was pretty bad. Annelie was in another part washing dishes, so she hadn´t noticed the odor. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The oven is supposed to always be lit, but for some reason, it wasn´t, so the gas was on, but was not combusting. I had to find one of the sisters to help us light it, but she said we had to wait until all the gas dissipated before we could use the stove. Instead, she took the cake to the Sisters´ kitchen, and baked it there. We finished cleaning, and I prepared my cookie dough. About twenty minutes had passed. Sr. Reiza Maria came back, cake in hand. It was charred all over the outside! Annelie had told her to bake it for fifty minutes, but in twenty it was overcooked. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Understandably, Annelie was pretty disappointed, but resolved to cut off the burned part and coat the rest with her chocolate. The next day, when Eliud returned, we tried to melt the chocolate, but burned that too! That was my fault, though. It was in a hot water bath, and I was trying to get the bowl out, but instead I spilled the water in it, and it burned. This poor cake had many mishaps! Finally, we experimented with making caramel, and found some sprinkles to put on top. It did look good in the end, but after all that, I don´t know how long it will be until we attempt another cake!</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eliud was very surprised, so all´s well that ends well. No cake for me, but if I could have tried it, I would have. I don´t think that Annelie was too pleased with it, but since we don´t know what it should look or tast like, we were satisfied. At any rate, much time and love went into that pastry. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Upon further reflection, it is just another one of those experiences that shows how little control you have over things sometimes, but eventually, it works out. Maybe the cake lacks rum and is burned, but it still has caramel and sprinkles. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I think that it is a very interesting paradox that I came here partly because I wanted to learn more Spanish, but many people have asked me to help them with their English. A few weeks ago, some young girls had asked me to teach them some words, so we agreed to meet the following Monday. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I looked for the girls, however, there were more than I had originally agreed to teach. Instead of two, there were seven! Earlier, I had decided to teach them words for parts of the body. We began with just learning facial features: eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, lips, and ears. I first would say it in Spanish, then in English, and then they would repeat it after me. Some boys were playing nearby, and it wasn´t long before they wanted to join in. At first, the girls were not in favor of a mixed class, but I allowed them to join anyway. They were told that if they were disruptive they had to leave. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When they had the general idea of the head area, we moved on. I had them learn the body parts for Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes. They sing it in Spanish too, so they caught on very quickly. We must have been quite a sight, ten Dominican children, one American teacher, and one German assistant playing games in English. A car full of people slowed down to watch us! They found it amusing, I think.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Afterwards, they begged to play more games, so we did Simon says using actions like running, walking, and jumping. It was a good time, and we were all thoroughly exhausted afterwards. Tomorrow they return for another round, so I have to think of some more games that can incorporate a few English words. It is so cute to see them learn. The words they do know, they are quite proud of. I believe that they could all count up to ten, and few until twelve. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was thinking of my family as this little class was playing with me. Could it really be a coincidence that there were ten kids? Although the genders were flipped: there were seven girls and three boys. Age-wise, I believe the youngest was six and the oldest maybe was twelve years old. But at the same time, what group of kids befriends a stranger and wants to learn another language? Most kids would rather do something else, especially immediately after school on a Monday. I hope that they continue to want to learn, but even if it is just a passing phase, it will be a good experience for all of us, provided that I can help them learn something.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This next week is filled with more teaching, studying, cooking (hopefully), and working with the children. It will be a good one. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-18131002478214730722013-11-11T09:45:00.001-08:002013-11-11T09:45:52.148-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-6ce90dce-4848-3f01-c81c-0ed1e872c3e8" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Greetings to all! Still having a wonderful time here. Christmas started at the end of October with trees and decorations, which was strange, especially because there isn{t a fall season. I wonder just how far into the Christmas season things are in WI. Has it snowed yet.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I always wonder what to write about, so this time I picked a couple stories about my time at the Nutrition Center, and the food. It became lengthy as I have not written for a long time. Sorry. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After lunch, we play with the kids and wait for their parents to arrive in the sala, which is a large room without any furniture. Many of the kids, about thirty, ride home in a bus because they live too far away to walk. While we are all waiting in the sala, the different classes of kids sit more or less with their teachers. It is pretty relaxed. The teachers talk to each other while the children either sit quietly, run around, or talk to me. I like this time because it is not structured, and many of the children promptly on the bus, so I can talk to a few at a time and know them better. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day last week, we only had two children left from the class, Berlin and Yomairi. Their parents work, and so they have to wait to be picked up. Berlin is usually a quiet boy, not causing much trouble, so of course I hadn´t talked to him much. Somehow it is always the naughty ones that you know more about. Anyway, I wanted to make friends with him, so I asked him what he was doing. Remember when I said that children here play with anything? He had a little piece of plastic and was balancing it on his face. It was one of those pieces that helps secure toys in boxes. They are usually discarded, but somehow Berlin found this one. I remember trying to undo the twist ties that hold those pieces of plastic in place when I wanted to open a toy. They are usually a grey or black color with really small with holes. We tried it on his nose, chin, and on the top of his head. He thought that it was really funny, and I enjoyed seeing him laugh. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then we started to pass it across the floor, which is made of slippery white tile, so it slides smoothly. Yes, I do like alliteration. The rain made it a bit more difficult, because although we have screens, there is no glass, so the water does come in when the metal slats are open, which they were. But that wasn´t very interesting, and so, I thought of something else. I had two flipflops. We had a thingy. I batted it to him with my shoe, and handed him the other one. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soon we were going back and forth. However, because the piece of plastic was so small, when either of us made contact with a shoe, it went flying. I spent half the time finding the piece! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I gave up trying to hit it back to him, and we shifted into a very improv, very makeshift type of baseball. He would take up a batter´s stance, and I tossed the piece to him while he swung. It took a bit, but he caught on. Every time he made contact, his face just lit up. We had some interesting moments when it flew at one of the teachers. Oops. But she laughed too, so we continued to play. At this point, the girl, Yomairi, who had been playing with the other younger children, came forward to see what we were up to. She is another one who was more quiet, at least until that day. My other flip flop had been sitting all alone on the floor, so I gave that one to her. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We had some confusion as to whom I should pitch to first, but it was cleared up to everyone´s satisfaction. Even when they both missed, neither of them were discouraged. They spun around and fell onto the floor with good grace. We played for about an hour. Our game finally ended when the piece ended up in a puddle. Guess what? It wasn´t water! </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No matter, since that day Berlin and I have been friends, the upside of which is that I discovered that he is good at drawing. The downside-he is not always shy with me, now he has his sassy days too. Oh well. Afterwards, I realized that I probably would not have encouraged this activity with my own siblings, but for this place and this time, it worked well.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On Friday, we only had half of our usual class size. The bus couldn´t go to pick up the children from the countryside, and some of the town children were sick or were unable to come either. The other classes were missing children as well. For some reason, though, we were rushing through our day. Breakfast, lesson time, songs, and we were heading to the bathroom almost an hour earlier than normal. Turns out that we were going to take the classes to the Shrine, so we needed enough time before lunch.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Shrine is a small chapel, and is the heart of the Schoenstatt Movement. From the Shrine, the grace of God is given and received through the intercession of the Blessed Mother. We have Mass in the Shrine everyday, as well as night prayer. There are over 180 Schoenstatt Shrines throughout the world. My favorite is the International Shrine in Waukesha, Wisconsin, but this one is a close second. For me, it is a great place to go and pray, or just sit. It´s very peaceful. I highly recommend a field trip. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The shrine here is down the long driveway from the Center, and it takes about five minutes or so to walk from one to the other. The classes lined up with their respective teachers and we began to walk. Well, we started off lined up neatly, but of course, some lost shoes, others broke away from the group and started to run around the other, and so it became more like a crowd, and less like an organized field trip. Although we were no longer in lines, the kids for some reason were mostly holding hands. I had three girls in a line trailing on one side, and a fourth on the other side. Luckily there is plenty of room to walk! Ahead of us, one of the boys was walking with a little girl. It was one of those Kodak perfect moments.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we walked we sang, but the kids were not that interested because they were distracted by all the things that we were walking past. When we approached the Shrine, one of the teachers, Eliza, stopped all of us. She explained to the children that we had to be quiet and respectful in the church. We walked into the building in almost complete silence. I would not have believed that it was possible with forty children.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eliza led us in prayer and a few songs. Many of the songs have a leader, and everyone responds, which is perfect for the kids. By then, many had found their voices, so it was beautiful to have the little church full of children singing and clapping together.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But our fun was not over! The grounds around the Shrine have many large trees, flowers, and some paths, but with ample open grass. Two large blankets were spread out over the grass in the shade as the children clamored for balls and toys. A game was made of five hoola hoops placed on the grass. Teachers and children alike hopped, bounced, or flounced from one to the next. I preferred to pass a flat soccer ball with a little boy from a younger class. He didn´t understand the concept of throwing to a person. I had maybe a ten percent chance of catching the ball, because most of the time it went in the exact opposite direction! </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then, I saw Berlin with a yellow plastic bat in hand. Guess who was up for pitching? This was easier than with the little piece of plastic. Although, he refused to let me pitch at a close distance. With a wave of his regal hand, I was delegated farther back. But without outfielders, I got to run for the ball too, minus sandals. It was too hard to keep them on anyway. All went well until someone was hit with a ball. This almost ended our game, however, the boy was not hurt, and since it wasn´t Berlin´s fault, we played until snack time. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I recognize some children but don´t know all their names because they belong to different classes. One of the younger girls who always hugs me saw that I was playing with Berlin. She has a really bright smile, and twisted braids. Altogether she is every bit as cute as her name, Flor Maria. I don´t remember exactly how it happened, but she ended up piggyback while I pitched. Judging from the giggles, she doesn´t get bounced around like that very often. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What was everyone else doing as I played baseball? Some were playing with the hoola hoops, others rested on the blankets, but the majority of the children seemed to be running in a circular shape around the group. Either they had a ball, or they wanted one. It was a good time. I wish that we could do it more often, but I see that I would be really difficult when we had a normal sized class.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One interesting conversational topic is the food here. People are always asking if I like the food, and if we eat differently in the United States. I was told before I came that it would be a lot of beans and rice. That has proven very true. For breakfast here, they eat sandwiches with cheese or a fried salami. once in a while they have sandwiches with hard boiled eggs instead. Hot milk for breakfast or a type of fruit juice is common. I enjoy the juices here, because the fruit is different, and they are a different texture. Usually, the juice is thicker than I am used to. Sometimes it even contains oatmeal.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lunch in the Center is usually beans in a soupy form, cooked with many spices, and eaten with rice. Normally, we have white rice, but some days it is spiced with different things. One type is red with pieces of meat, while another is yellow with corn and carrot bits. But either way, rice and beans. Also, we have some type of raw vegetable salad. They don{t eat very much vegetables or fruits here, and only certain kinds are consumed raw. In fact, I have only seen people eat raw cabbage, tomatoes, cucumbers and occasionally lettuce. I can{t eat any raw vegetables, so I just avoid salad altogether. Sometimes we have some kind of meat, often quite salty.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dinner is usually consists of plantains and yucca in some form or other. Mashed, fried, boiled, baked, or in a casserole, plantains are a staple in the diet here. Yucca is generally eaten boiled, but sometimes it is grated and made into little balls that are fried. Another new food for me was the green bananas, which are also eaten boiled. It{s a lot of starch here. Besides there are also root vegetables that are made into a soup. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The amount of food as well as the types are new to me. People here eat a large midday meal. Rice is the main food and gets heaped onto plates, with sides of beans, a little bit of salad, and a small piece of meat or two. Dinner is a smaller meal, with some form of plantains, cheese, and a type of fruit. If I put in order the types of food according to the amounts consumed, I think it would be something akin to this; starch, starch, dairy, meat, fruit, vegetables. The last two are not eaten very much at all, but cheese, mayo, and milk are all used regularly. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Apparently many people have a difficult time acclimating to the food, but I haven{t had any problems. In fact, I like trying the different foods. One of my favorite new foods is pana de fruta, breadfruit. I didn{t know that it grew here. After the kernels are boiled and shelled, the taste and the texture are similar to a chestnut. My only limitations are no eggs, no raw vegetables, and no fruit that can{t be peeled. I hope that I find time to hang around the kitchen so that I can learn to cook some of the foods here. </span></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-030c96b2-0c11-6309-8290-66d374d098c3" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love watching them try to practice this play. It is the Nativity Story, but it begins with the Angel Gabriel and the Virgin Mary, includes Elizabeth, Herod, shepherds and the three Magi. It is a very ambitious production for a rambunctious class of four year olds.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is precious to see our Mary make a comical face somewhere between horror and wonder when she ¨sees¨ the Angel at first. And he flaps his arms as his wings when he declares that she shouldn´t be afraid. It is pretty much word for word from the Bible. Kids forget their lines, or have thumbs in their mouths, which pretty much has the same overall effect.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the teachers read the script aloud, the kids all get to know the story, so even when it isn´t their turn to speak, quite frequently the majority of the class with say the lines of St. Joseph, even when he has forgotten them! We are only about a week into learning it, but at this point they all know who the main characters are and can prompt each other. I can´t wait to see what it looks like in early December.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We had our daily decade of the Rosary. I started out sitting on the floor next to one teacher, between two rows of children. Pretty soon I had two of the boys on top of me, but they were chosen to help lead, so they left. However, then the class in front of me, the three year olds, slowly inched their way towards me so as not to attract too much attention. They turned around and looked at me with big dark eyes and shy grins. By the third prayer or so, I had two children on each leg, and one hugging me from the side. It was to the point of not being able to move, but I enjoyed it. Lest you doubt, while these things occur I do actually pray the Rosary, it is just that I am a human sofa at the same time.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After the Rosary, the kids played with gear toys, kind of like k´nex, while I read to some. I´m not sure how well I read aloud in Spanish, but they were picture books, so I think the girls got the general idea at least. Oh yes, and of course there were the usual shenanigans in the boys bathroom. Thirteen little boys, two sinks, one shower, and one toilet. Half of the time is spent trying to get the boys to sit still and wait their turn to shower or brush their teeth.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Usually I feed the girls during meals at one table while at another table all the boys eat. But because we had so many children absent, we all squeezed around one table, more or less. It was tight, but it worked. So for the first time in a long time I fed the boys instead of the girls. In my opinion, it was ten times easier. Either they are hungrier, or something, because it isn´t that they listen to me more. I had to keep pulling the shirt of one boy back onto his body. Somehow it kept getting wrapped around his head and mouth, but only when a spoon was in the vicinity of his mouth. But still, the task was much easier than it is with the girls.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After the kids have mostly left, we have about half an hour when the teachers prep for the next day, or do other things. For the past week, they have been trying to learn some English. There were some children´s english picture dictionaries donated, and so we go through them very slowly. I say the word in English while the ladies write the pronunciation as it sounds in Spanish in the book, and then the Spanish word beside it so that I can learn too. It´s enjoyable for all of us, although sometimes difficult when they can´t pronounce the word, or I can´t pronounce the Spanish one. At any rate, we get our daily allowance of laughter!</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But my favorite, favorite part of today was unexpected. I was cleaning up the bowls from lunch when I heard crying. That is not an unusual sound because of the number of babies that are in the Center. What caught my attention was that it sounded like a very young baby. Newborns have a distinctive wail, and I hadn´t seen any in the Center before. So as soon as I could, I looked around a bit, and sure enough, there was a little boy clad in only a diaper. The teacher had just changed it, and so he was upset.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I asked to hold him, and she gave him to me right away. His hair was dark, baby wispy and slightly curly, matched with his dark chocolate brown skin. He was not a newborn, but he looked very small. His wrist couldn´t have been bigger than a quarter in diameter. As always, I asked how old he was. I couldn´t believe my ears. He was one year old. This child looked about two months old! Besides being small, he had some strange growth by one eye, and was cold to the touch. We put socks on him, and they reached past his knees. He didn´t have any teeth yet, and there is absolutely no way that this child could take steps, sit up, or even crawl. Even his little hands were weak.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But he was such a cute sweet little baby! After I started automatically shifting back and forth, and humming, he stopped crying. In a few minutes, he was asleep in my arms. I held him until he had to leave, walking around and singing lullabies in English. I don´t know the Spanish ones. He didn´t seem to care, as he stayed peacefully slumbering. The ladies told me that tomorrow I could have him again. By the grins on their faces, they knew that I was in a baby induced trance. Irresistable. I remembered holding my brothers when they were that small. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tomorrow should be another interesting day. I plan to watch a Spanish movie with the children, (hopefully not Pinocchio again), write homework, hold the baby, and work on my Spanish. And I have to do laundry because it was raining for the entirety of my laundry day this week. Again. I am beginning to wonder if I should permanently switch my laundry day.</span></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-58295e82-d22e-2907-6191-143edfd503ec" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, I have been getting acclimated to the small animals here. The bugs are a little different than what I am used to, but so far not too bad. I actually haven´t had to use any of the bug spray that I brought with me. A few mosquito bits, yeah, but nothing major. There are these little ants that are everywhere. Counters, cabinets, floor, sinks, you name it, they are around, especially if even a bit of food is left out. Hence, the kitchen is always cleaned. Here it is normal, but it took me a bit to get used to it. They are pretty small, not the huge carpenter ant kind, but still, when they swarm a cup that used to have juice in it, it looks akin to a horror scene from an animal documentary. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Also, because there isn´t glass in the windows, sometimes I find little critters around. A couple days ago I found a huge cricket-like thing in my mosquito netting. And I was all ready to sleep, too. That changed my immediate plans, as I rid myself of my little guest. I´m still unsure as to how it got there. Once, after a rainfall, I had a frog in the kitchen. Luckily, I was able to catch it in a plastic cup and dispose of it outside the house. It was a fun morning, I assure you. I am just glad that Sr. Miguelina, who also lives in Casa Maria, did not see me attempting to capture it. She probably would have sent me to the nurse.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Many of the buildings here are built with a courtyard in the middle, or with planters in the hallways, so there are a lot of rocks, flowers, and leaves. Little leaping lizards love to live in them. They are kind of cute, in a reptilian sort of way, and range from teeny tiny to five inches long. So far I have seen bright yellow, bright green, red, rusty brown, and dark brown. Most of the time, I don´t mind them, but when I found one in my bathroom unexpectedly, it was a little different. However, since it skittered away quickly and I haven't seen it since, I suppose he was harmless.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have already described the watchdogs, but I had a personal experience a few days ago. Eliud and I were peacefully walking to morning Mass, minding our own business, when four of the dogs came out of nowhere. They were snarling and barking as they ran at us. We were both very surprised, as the dogs are supposed to be put away before 6:15. Actually, one of us screamed. I will leave it to you to judge who was guilty of that offense. ¨POR QUE?!!!¨ One of the Sisters came to our aid just in time, as the circle of territorial canines had us surrounded. As soon as she clapped her hands, they ignored us completely! We could have been rocks for all the interest they showed. It was like an instant demon to angel transformation. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For my final wildlife anecdote, I observed while walking to the Nutrition Center a bunch of cows grazing, and it made me slightly homesick. Who would have thought that the sight of a bovine would be so powerful? Although, it was unusual and slightly comical to see a Holstein munching next to banana trees. But the people here like to use cheese and and other dairy products, so it makes sense that there would be cows in the area.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am not worried about my safety, but I was up late one night, alone in my room when I heard the noise of someone walking outside my window, and it made me uncomfortable. My first thought was of the night watchman, but he doesn´t make that much noise, so then I thought perhaps the dogs were digging around in the lawn. There are coconuts as a decorative border around the flowerbeds, and the dogs like to dig them up sometimes. But whatever was making this noise was right outside my window, and it was too big to be a dog. So I turned the handle of my shutters a small bit, just so I could peek out, and what did I see but two cows eating my favorite flower bush. I don´t know what I expected to see, but it certainly wasn´t two huge cows. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then my dilemma began. I knew that cows don´t belong on the lawn, destroying a beautiful flower bush, but at the same time, I don´t know where they do belong. Besides that, I had no way to get them there, and these Bessies have some serious looking horns. It was too late to wake anyone up, and even though the dogs did not mind the cows, I wasn´t interested in another encounter by myself. What really helped my decision was seeing the stereotypical black bull trampling through the flowers. I have no desire to get on the bad side of a bull. So, I banged on the metal window with a book. They moved away a bit, but I still went to sleep with the sounds of cows around me. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But enough about animals, because I want to tell you about the children.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because this is October, it is the month of the rosary, and so every day, at the Center, the children gather to pray a decade of the rosary. I really look forward to this part of the day, because everyone except the babies comes together. All the children and adults sit on the tile floor together with their classes. There is my class, four year olds who have a hard time sitting still, the better behaved three year olds, and the little two year old toddlers. Sometimes, the ladies who care for the babies bring the ones who aren´t napping. The ladies who work in the kitchen and the ladies who clean, as well as the men take a break from work and pray together.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But we don´t just pray. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I am beginning to seriously doubt the possibility of any activity here that doesn´t include some form of music. Music is a part of the culture, which is very interesting for me to see. So we begin with a few songs. The teachers take their instruments, several tambourines, and a couple toy drums, and we begin. There is another instrument, but I forgot the name. It resembles a kitchen grater, and the stick that is rubbed across it to produce sound reminds me of a peeler. Why they look like kitchen tools, I cannot say, but they do. The combined sounds of all the simple instruments is amazing. The drum that is used is exactly like the one my brothers play with, but the way Miranda uses it, I would never guess that it is a kids toy. Those of us without instruments clap our hands, and so we all participate. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Many kids have heard the songs often, so they join in with great gusto. When they don´t know the all the words, they make up for it in volume with those they do know. After a song or two, we begin to pray.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Each lady has a day to lead, but then about four children are selected to help lead. They stand in front of the group, and say the beginning part of the prayers, while everyone else responds. Once again, the ability of four year olds amazes me. There are almost 90 children when everyone is present, so leading prayer is impressive. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is hard for four year olds to sit still for ten minutes, so some of the kids are usually moving around during prayer time. Recently, I have begun to have a child or two pray with me. They sit either right next to me, or on my lap and we clap our hands together when we sing, and fold them when it is time to pray. So far, it has worked for some of the antsy kids who need something to do. The only drawback to this approach is that I can only have so many children on top of me at one time. Once or twice I had to stop them from fighting over praying with me, so that was a little counterproductive.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have not stopped my wonder at the joy of the children. Of course, now that I have been here for a longer period of time, I have seen the tears, the small tantrums, the teasing, but still, overall, they are really happy kids. In the mornings, I walk past two three tables of the two and three year olds before I reach my class, and every time, at least some of them jump out of their benches and run to hug me. There is no reason why, they just feel like it, and I am perfectly happy to oblige.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have to go now, because this is the Jubilee Weekend. we are celebrating 99 years of Schoenstatt, so there are going to be several thousand pilgrims here tomorrow, which is keeping me busy. You are all in my prayers.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Claire</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-70459525716023979492013-10-07T13:18:00.002-07:002013-10-07T13:18:35.733-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-574e19dd-9492-eb08-e0f2-4ab492dfb55f" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Speaking of birthday, I want to share my birthday experience here in the D.R. I kind of expected it to be either sad or surprising, and it was both.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I went to morning Mass, and afterwards everyone sang and congratulated me. Even the people I don´t really know wished me birthday blessings, so it was very touching.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was going to go to the Nutritional Center to work, but first I needed to go home to get my water bottle and bag. Eliud jumped out at me from behind a door, tambourine in hand, shouting ¨FELICIDADES!” Totally, completely surprised. I think I lost a few years in the process. Supposedly, she had left early for school. She had made a flower arrangement and a card, both waiting outside my bedroom door, and even the hallway was decorated in balloons and potted plants. I wonder just how much time she had spent on that.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the kitchen table, spelled out with little glass pebbles was my name, along with a heart and a real balloon. She told me to pop it, and out flew a green bracelet! The whole time, as she showed me the different things, Eliud was playing on her tambourine and occasionally yelling “Happy birthday!” or “Feliz Cumpleanos!”</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Later on, at the Center, I was again surprised. usually, we eat breakfast, a few at a time, in a small room. The door is open, the ladies come and go, but this time I was led around the back, and we had to knock first. They were all inside, singing and playing instruments. Over the table was a little Feliz Cumpleanos sign and balloons. Lot of birthday hugs all around, because I think about 20 people work in the Nutritional Center.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In class, after the usual daily lesson, the teacher, Sugey, explained that it was my birthday, so I had one birthday hug from all of the kids. I couldn´t move! It was like a dog pile. Luckily, Sugey took pictures, which was a lot of fun. The children are fascinated by the camera, so that kept us busy for awhile. There was the normal prayer and song time, where they again sang a song for me. I was trying to keep track, because there is more than one birthday song, and I heard many!</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All in all, it was a great day, but I was really looking forward to the night time when I could talk with my family. After a celebratory yucca, plantain, and juice dinner, and the clean up, I finally got on the phone. But a few minutes later, Eliud knocked on the window. She told me that the Sisters said we needed to go to Casa Maria because they had let the dogs out unusually early that night.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am still unsure of the exact number of dogs, but I think that there are around seven, of varying sizes and tolerance levels. Three are always around during the day, and the others are let out usually later in the night when everyone is inside because they are less tolerant. They aren´t cute pets, they are for security to assist the night watchmen. Most of the time they obey the Sisters, but no one else, so if we don´t want to be bitten, we stay inside after 9pm.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After I said goodbye to my family, I had a sneaking suspicion. “Eliud, you better have been telling me the truth.” “Yes, that´s what Sister told me.” Hmmmm. Well, there were three girls waiting back at Casa Maria! More songs, games, cake, and a strange green apple soda. I hadn´t known that they had planned a little party! Sr. Ana Maria had even gone to the city to buy some treats for us. It was fun, but at the end of the night, I had to find out. “You weren´t telling the truth about the dogs, were you, Eliud?” ¨Maybe.” She had a huge grin. For a candidate for the Schoenstatt Sisters, she is uncannily good at fibbing.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What more do I have to report? Oh, yes, I am still studying. After I return from the Nutritional Center, I usually try to spend time learning Spanish, or reading in Spanish. I prefer to do so outside, because it is hotter inside, and I like all the green plants and strange flowers.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, this particular day, I had just walked to a little corner, sat down, when I heard “Excuse me.” There aren´t many people who speak English, so I turned around to see who it was. He introduced himself as Kevin. Apparently, I look American, and he wanted to practice his English. </span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Last year he had spent a summer helping at Schoenstatt here with the Semillas de Esperanza, the Seeds of Hope group from Miami, but grew frustrated at not understanding English. That summer he began to study, and over the past year, he has kept in touch with the group and continued to study English on his own and with a class. Learning English is a very useful skill here in the Dominican Republic, one that apparently guarantees a job, so besides being a pastime for him, it is a useful tool. He is only fourteen years old, but will graduate high school in two years, so he hopes to learn enough English so that he can move to the U.S. and become a pilot. </span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He has come many more times to practice. It is interesting, because he wants to know all about many American things, but insists that I try to tell him in Spanish, while he talks in English. Then, one of the girls I work with, Yanela, is also studying English, and she asked if she could come and practice too. </span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That has kept me very busy, because they are both motivated and want to practice often. I wish I had brought different books with pictures for them, but for now, talking and sharing different words keeps us all busy. After we are done for the day, everyone has several pages of new material in his or her notebook.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because I have the time now, I have been sketching occasionally, and the Sisters found out. And because sharing talents is a good thing, I now have been commissioned to combine three different designs for vestments. If all goes well, it should have wheat, grapes, a cross and another symbol for Christ. Wish me luck, I usually don´t design patterns.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You may have noticed that I haven´t posted for two weeks, and now I am posting double. Well, that is because electricity and Internet, as well as water, aren´t dependable. Most of the time we have water, but the other two are pretty spotty. The Sisters say that the electricity never goes out- it just sometimes comes on. All well and good, but it impedes my attempts at communication. Sorry. At any rate, the suspense makes it more interesting.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12430273200655165424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77104965727973313.post-351840422531196952013-10-07T13:10:00.004-07:002013-10-07T13:10:47.213-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Happy Saturday! As always, best wishes and prayers to everybody! I remember you all, and I pray for you and your intentions every day.</span></div>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-090434a8-9489-5f53-2213-868947175914" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This weekend is the Leaders Convention. Every year, the Schoenstatt Leaders from every branch gather together to pick a new motto for the year. In the US, the Convention was in Waukesha recently, but right now representatives from all over the Dominican Republic are gathered here in La Victoria. This presents interesting encounters for me because I have even more people asking me questions that I don´t know the answers to. Then they realize that I am American and they understand.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So because there are 125 or so extra people here, besides the everyday people, I was asked to help prepare for this gathering. In other words, Thursday and Friday I didn´t go to the Nutrition Center, which kind of made me depressed. Instead, I started to help in the office at 11am. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For one of the talks, the participants needed to write down responses. So I helped design the little piece of paper, and then we printed them out in sheets of about 12 each. Then I sat in the office and cut out the pieces, one by one. I guess my craft skills needed a workout. By the time that was completed, it was 2pm. No joke, this took awhile. Afterwards, each piece had to be put in a teeny manilla envelope, tied with a yellow ribbon (which I twirled the ends like Mary taught me), and put on a sticker.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will spare you the details, but it gets pretty hot inside here without air conditioning and no fan. I took a dinner break at 7 or so, and a couple minutes in the afternoon. You know when you have that premonition that something isn´t quite right? I knew from earlier that I needed 125 envelopes, but they didn´t look like enough. Sure enough, after dinner, my fears were confirmed. I had made all the envelopes that I had, and there were only 108, and we couldn´t find more anywhere. I really wanted to finish these at that point. When you work with something for several hours, it can become a goal. I think I was obsessing a bit at that moment.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, I learned how to make big manilla envelopes into mini manillas. Yes. Cut, examine, cut again, and glue. I finished! It was a moment of satisfaction when I had 127 little envelopes neatly in a basket for the next day´s talk.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At some point in this mundane day, I realized with some sadness that I had spent the majority of my day working on small props that would have a very short lifespan. The little ribbons would be torn off, the paper ripped and thrown away. My whole day´s efforts in the space of a moment. It was funny in a sad, wry sort of way. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After thinking it over, I had to admit that it didn´t matter that my little projects would be destroyed. So what if I had spent my whole day working on something so teeny? If that was what my task was, I completed it well, and that was what counted. If God wanted little things of me, then little things should be good enough. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then Sr. Mareylis came in and talked to me. I have known her for years, so she understood what was going on. She reminded me that I had been disappointed at not working with the children, but that the small things that are ¨in secret” as she says, have their own worth. Apparently I need to learn more than craft skills. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My other thingy is more funny. I did laundry. Well, sort of. This is a long story.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Here I feel like a child. Things that I can easily do at home are take much more concentration and time here. Cooking, for example, is relatively easy at home. I take a pot or pan, and turn on the stove. All the ingredients are close by, and can be used without a lot of preparation. Here, I have to go outside to turn on the gas valve before lighting the stovetop with a electric lighter. Then every dish or utensil that I use has to be washed and dried before I can use it, although it was washed before it was put away. You have to use the purified water, the kind that is used in office coolers. Big blue plastic jug things. Anyway, you get the idea. There are more steps involved.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back to the original story: my laundry. I started it Wednesday morning, thinking that it would be simple. The night before, Eliud had explained how to use the washing machine. It´s pretty small, about the size of a computer desk, with one side a washer and the other side a dryer. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first task was to fill the washing machine with water. I filled it up with large tubs of water from a nearby sink, almost spilling it in the process. Then you put in several different kinds of soap and your laundry. Theoretically, after you plug it in, the laundry takes about 10 minutes. Afterwards, the clothes have to be hand rinsed in the sink and wrung out before being placed in the dryer. Well, nothing happened! I was kind of confused. It was plugged in. Check. The water level was fine. Check. The correct dial was turned. What was wrong? No electricity! I tried a few hours later in the day, but I still didn´t have power, so I left it to soak.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next day it smelled horrible. Apparently soaking laundry was a bad idea. Luckily for me, Eliud was back from her day with her family and could help me. We drained the washing machine with a little hose out the back door. Then instead of using the tubs, we used the garden hose to fill it up, which made me happy. All was good. The laundry then still didn´t wash. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And again, I was without electricity. Hours passed by, and it worked! We had to wash it all again though, because it still had a weird smell from the washing machine.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because the machine is so small, laundry has to be done in batches. This was my first batch, so I still had a bunch left to do. But we were cleaning the house for the upcoming retreat, which mean washing a ton of sheets and curtains, so Eliud explained the whole thing again while we did those.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Today (Saturday) was a relatively easy day because I didn´t know what to do! The children only come to the Nutrition Center Monday through Friday, and Sr. Frances has not met with me to talk about my schedule yet. So for the most part, I followed Eliud around, speaking Spanish, and learning more about living here. I met several kids who gave me impromptu learning and speaking experiences. End result was laughter, confusion, and lots of drawing in my notebook. It was a great day for me, but not of much interest for you in the United States. Friday is more interesting to talk about.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My day began at 6. Well, it was supposed to begin at 6am, but I slept an extra 5 minutes. Here I have mosquito netting over my bed, and a fan because there is no air conditioning. It is very nice to have both those things, but sometimes it is hard to remember how to escape my tent-like bed early in the morning, which at first induced panic. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Holy Mass was at 6:30 in the Shrine, which is here on the Sisters´property. The Schoenstatt Shrine in Waukesha is different from the Shrine here. This one is definitely a bit bigger, which is a good thing, because there are always people in there. I haven´t found it empty yet. Also, the roof is not brown, but white, and the floor is tile. The door is always wide open, except late at night. Because so many people frequent the Shrine, there are about 7 permanent rows of pews outside the Shrine looking in. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mornings at the Center have started with eating breakfast with the staff, sandwiches for them and cereal for me, and then feeding the children who arrive afterwards. They have a porridge with cinnamon that looks delicious. One would think that feeding children would be pretty easy, but that is not the case. The boys seem to do alright, aside from normal boy things like punching each other and pounding fists into the table. The girls take a bit more effort. There are at least three who just don´t want to eat, and it is part of my job to make them eat anyway. I spoon feed them, and even the ones who are perfectly fine on their own make me help them too.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This all sounds very tame on paper, but the actual experience is waaay different than an American classroom, even one of preschoolers. There are times of silence, it is true, but not many. Mostly the 26 children are talking, and the teachers constantly have to correct or talk over them, but it is more accepted. The ladies are extremely patient, even when frustrated. It is not uncommon to have to yell to be heard, or for the teachers to literally yell at a partichular child. The reprimand is loud, but not severe, and the kids and teachers alike are smiling the moment afterwards. Maybe this is coming out confused, but suffice it to say that things are very loud, and to me somewhat chaotic, but it is part of a normal happy day here.</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then we have more relaxed classroom time and the teachers take turns eating so that during the kids´meal, they are all present to help. Despite the heat, we had soup with rice. It had all kinds of vegetables and some kind of meat in it. No one wanted to eat soup unfortunately, so I had my work cut out for me. Several spills and many messes later, the meal was finished. After they eat, the kids get some kind of sweet, usually a juice, but yesterday they had cake. It´s not like U.S. where they would get a large piece. This was a slice about an inch thick , and palm length. It was such a treat for them!</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> If I thought my day was long, it was nothing compared to theirs, because those same ladies also work in the nutrition Center. After I leave, they work at the Retreat House, so they had been working for longer than I had, plus they all had to walk home through the town! We were all so tired, but I made a lot of new friends. All the ladies know me now as the American girl who washes the dishes because they told me that I could leave early. I didn´t. At the end of the night they said that I was a Dominicana! Eliud and I had both originally intended to study, but we gave up. Instead, we had her homemade juice and called it a night. </span></div>
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have so much to write about, but I can´t stay on this computer all night, so I will leave off with a few interesting things. In my Spanish class, we sang Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes. I thought it was just a learning thing, but it turns out that they do it here too! Oh, and Thursday, we watched, you will never guess, Dennis the Menace in Spanish! The teachers interrupted it to explain that the kids were NOT supposed to act that way! Lastly, I almost laughed when I heard the teachers calm the niños with “Simon dice”. It is fun to see the same games here! It makes me laugh, and be a little homesick too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Greetings and prayers from the Dominican Republic! So much has happened since I left. Originally, I didn't think that I could email or post anything until Sunday, but I found an opportunity, so here it is! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I don{t really know where to start. I was so excited in New York because I had never seen the ocean before. It was scary and humbling at the same time. Then of course, I saw a lot of ocean flying overseas to the Dominican Republic. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The flight and airport details might bore you, but I will add them anyway because it was very interesting to me at the time. Firstly, I was the only American on the flight from New York excepting the flight attendants. Otherwise, they were all hispanic and one asian family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Understandably, the instructions were all in Spanish. Generally, not a problem because they were pretty generic and easy to understand. The catch was when we were arriving in Santo Domingo and I needed to understand the luggage directions and customs. To greatly condense the story, I had to search for my luggage, and then go through customs in Spanish. Naturally, I didn{t understand all the steps, so I had to retrace my steps once or twice. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This airport was very different from O{Hare and JFK. It was practically empty. We seemed to be the only flight that was coming in at that time, so we had the place to ourselves. It was also without all the commercial hubbub; no restaurants or little gift shops. Actually, there was one place for souvenirs, but that was all. I was very relieved after surviving Customs, but then I realized that my tracfone was useless and I had no way of contacting the Schoenstatt Sisters who were supposed to be meeting me. Oh, well. I would have to find them eventually. But it was no problem, as Sr. Ana Maria was waiting for me as soon as I walked out.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She introduced me to Don Jesus, as she explained that only a very few sisters drove in the Dominican Republic, Sr. Frances Pizarro being one of the brave few. After that car ride, I understand why. As far as I can tell, there are no traffic rules. There were sort of three lanes, but about five cars shared those lanes. Although shared isn{t the right word for it. Everyone went as fast as the person in front of them, and if that was too slow, you just passed them up. Motorcycles wove in and out of the traffic, apparently indifferent to their safety. If the cars were stopped at a traffic light, people walked around them, often selling things to the passengers. Somehow, it sort of worked. Horns were used frequently as a warning to other drivers. The roads were also different. They were broken at some points, and at one place had metal ridges.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we drove, Sr. Ana Maria talked to me in English, and her superior asked questions in Spanish. They explained to me that the area by the airport was better off because of the tourists, but that the further one drove from there, the poorer it became. But everything was poor. No buildings looked new or well kept up. Roofs were rusted and the like. But because everything was that way, it didn{t look all that strange. For here, it is normal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am going to interrupt myself to share a message that was on a wall. It read, POR QUE SOMOS POBRES? Why are we poor? The question keeps haunting me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After calling my family, I had a dinner of ham and plantains. Plantains, for those who have not eaten them, are banana like in shape, but potato like in texture. It{s a very filling starch. That night I also met my housemate, Eliud. She is a Candidate for the Schoenstatt Sisters of Mary,and we will be helping each other learn our respective languages while I am here. She is a really nice girl, and I look forward to spending time with her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will begin with yesterday, because it was the beginning. No, I will begin with background. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The nutrition center is a mission work organized by the Schoenstatt Sisters of Mary to care for poor malnourished children in La Victoria. Their parents do not have the means or the knowledge to care for them. To help fix the problem, the Sisters care for the children while the parents work, and then hold classes to educate the parents. until a few years ago, the Sisters used a building in the village of La Victoria. It was not the best situation, but it was what they had. They had to walk through La Victoria to reach the Nutrition Center each day. Then, the first lady heard about the Center and helped them build a new center here on the property of the Sisters. It is larger, and clean, with electricity and running water.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sr. Ana Maria came to show me the Center yesterday. She gave me a short tour of the doctor{s room, the bathing rooms for the children, the kitchen, and the individual classrooms. First I saw the babies. They were stretched out on the floor, sleeping, with two ladies watching over them. Next was a pivotal moment. i understood the magnetic effect. One two year old ran to Sr. Ana Maria and hugged her. The next thing I knew another little boy ran to me. The instant the other children realized that we were receptive to their hugs, they came in droves. I had five more come to me. Then I picked up two of them, while the rest still were clinging to my legs. With some reluctance, we allowed the teachers to peel the children off of us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We continued on to the room in which I was to help. The oldest children were in there. They were all four year olds. The classroom was noisy. I later found out that there are 26 children in this class, with two teachers. The teachers were reading them a book when I arrived, but it was obvious that I was much more interesting than the book. Again, the instant that they saw that they could come to me, they did. I had two or three on my lap in an instant, with others crowded around. After a bit, I heard “Americana!”. yes, that is me. These children have and give such joy. It is hard to even explain the effect. They were so happy to see me, a person that they knew nothing about. They offer me their shoes to tie, or dresses to lace up. l even saw one of my favorite boys, Weslin, untying his shoe so that I would help him with it. They just love the attention, and give it right back! For example, shortly after I arrived, I picked up a LEGO block from the floor and pieced it together and handed it to one of the children. I think five more came to me with LEGO pieces!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of the things that they find so incredibly interesting about me is my hair. They have short hair too, but the girls all have it divided and either braided, or more commonly twisted and fastened with colorful bands. Their hair is of course darker and of a different texture than mine. The boys hair is all shaved very short brown curls. Anyway, I keep my hair in a ponytail, but pieces are bound to slip out, and when they do, the kids find them. It will start with one child. He or she will feel the piece of hair, rub it and pull on it a bit, and then start twisting it together, like theirs. after is is finished, they start over. by that time, three more children have seen what is happening, and they all start trying to grab pieces too, so that at some points I have had five pairs of hands in my hair. Eventually the teachers save me, but I really don{t mind. It doesn{t hurt me, and it makes them happy, so for the most part I let them touch it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will keep talking about the children forever, so I will wrap it up for now, but I am beginning to see why we must become like little children. The trust and joy that these children have is incredible. I found myself wanting to give them something, you know, like stickers or balls, but then I realized that no things were going to make them happier. Stuff couldn{t possibly enhance the enthusiasm and the huge smiles that greet me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Many prayers and thoughts are coming your way. God bless!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love, </span></div>
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