2 weekz

First, I have tons of pictures of the kiddos at my project, so I will post some of those so you can go awww. I can’t believe I only have four days left with them. I vividly remember when I first arrived and all I could understand was “lalalala you are really white lalalala”. I have grown very attached to these little doodlebugs, and it’s beyond depressing that I will probably never get to see how they turn out. I do feel better knowing that the project is making a subtle, but significant, difference in their development. They have a little slice of undivided positive attention six days a week, and that has to count for something. Prepare yourself for some sweet names…

 Marcela

 ELVIS

 Gonzalo

 Margoth

Maricielo

Yesterday we went rafting in the Urubamba River. The first thing we saw when we arrived at the camp were two enormous St. Bernards and a maniacal little girl toddling around under the strings of slobber. The entire trip costed fifty bucks, and that sight alone was worth the money. I read that Cusco and all the surrounding towns dump their raw sewage in this river, but I didn’t see or smell any evidence of this grossness. I did flinch a little when a bunch of water splashed in my mouth though. The water was icy cold and brain-hurty, but the scenery and rapids were radical, dude. After a couple hours of freezing and screaming, we were treated to a time in a stone hut with an enclosed fire inside. I imagine pizzas feel the same way as they are being baked, and it was just what the Ansy ordered.