I'm on a roll...

Three new posts in less than a day?? I'm surprised I've found the time to make this all happen! Really, it's just that in the last week or so, there have been a lot of little "ahHA" moments I've wanted to share but have already written my sponsor letter for this month. So...I made sure to take some time to post this week.

The other day, I went with Patrick to visit Elvira. Elvira is one of our new friends and I had only been to her house once before and Patrick had never met her. She is rather sick and can't really walk. She often complains that nobody cares for her because her daughter works to help pay the medical expenses and her other children are living with their families. Her youngest daughter takes her to speech or physical therapy every weekday and makes sure she has food to eat. Whenever we visit her, she talks our ear off or simply asks what's new with our life. She remembers everyone's name and is anxiously waiting to meet Sophie.

This past Sunday with Patrick, we were simply talking and she asked if I could help her with her physical therapy exercises like Sr. Maria had done. Clearly I said yes since I plan on studying PT when I get back stateside. I started to move her arms and legs and couldn't help but recognize the confirming sign God was giving me in that moment that yes, I need to study PT when I get back, when the conversation slowed and we found ourselves in a moment of silence. She had once asked Sr. Maria to learn how to pray the Rosary and the last time I saw her, we gave her a Rosary. Patrick and I hadn't prayed the Rosary yet so I asked if she would like to pray with us while I continued to help with her exercises. She said yes with a beaming smile and a glimmer in her eyes that really warmed my heart. We began to pray the Rosary and she even led a decade by herself. In the midst of this moment, I found myself in awe of the fact that I was physically helping her with her exercises, we were emotionally helping her by simply taking the time to visit, and we were all being spiritually fed by the Rosary. Thinking of this really just blew me away. I can't really put into words what I thought or felt, but it was a moment that I wanted to take and share with you all.

Please pray for Elvira, her health, and her family. There are many days where we are unable to visit her and i know she is longing for a simple friendship.

Miss you all and praying for every single one of you.
Kari

PICTURES!!

Patrick and Pitty

Mr. Giraffe

Patrick...being Patrick...

Katy and I

Didn't know I could cut hair did ya??

When Sr. Maria came for her visit at the beginning of February, we had a retreat  where St. Rose of  Lima used to live, pray, and offer up penances...NBD.

Pitty

Yesterday, we decided to take some kiddos on a fieldtrip to the zoo. Now, I wasn't extremely enthused about this leading up to it because I have been a little under the weather lately and exhausted. However, I am extremely happy I decided to muster up the strength to go.

The whole point was to give the children something to do with their summer vacation,  especially those don't always have the opportunity to leave the neighborhood or visit an attraction in Lima. We have a friend who has a friend that works in the zoo and he made some calls and was able to make it to where 7 adults and 23 children could enter without paying. HOORAAAAY!! In the end, we were only 6 adults and 6 children, but the day went so wonderful!!

I was extremely touched by Pitty. A little girl that comes from a very poor family. First of all, I was shocked her mom said she could go, secondly that she had the money for the bus, and thirdly that she showed up an hour early (not the norm in Peru). For Pitty, it was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. She was so excited all day to just simply be in a new place, see animals she has never seen, many she has probably never heard of, and to make new friends with some of the others that went.

I learned a lot from Pitty yesterday, or rather, she showed me a lot of things that still have me thinking. Her ability to be amazed by the littlest thing was beautiful. She was so excited to see new plants and flowers (neither of which are in La Ensenada...) and animals, and even more excited when we got to the giraffe. She had been waiting all day to see the giraffe and when we finally arrived she couldn't help but flash an ear to ear smile. I don't know if it was the size difference that impressed her or the distance (Pitty is rather small and the giraffe was within arms reach). It was obvious that seeing the giraffe made the whole day worth it.

PS...totally tried to post pictures but it took too long and I have to get running to the chapel!

Ciao!

Pope's message for Lent

http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/messages/lent/documents/hf_ben-xvi_mes_20111103_lent-2012_en.html

Sacrifice.

Life is full of it. Just try to remember that this Lent, as your struggling with your own little sacrifice, it is all for God and that no matter what your sacrfice is, Christ already suffered the ultimate. I wish you all a fruitful Lent and pray that you are truly able to enter into the mystery of the Passion.

Holidays

Many of you are probably wondering how the holidays went for me here in Peru, without snow, without family, without the traditional movies, or mom’s goodies. Well frankly, it was quite different but still amazing. I celebrated with my “family” here,  caught a glimpse of the Madagascar Christmas movie, and mom even sent me her traditional Christmas mix. I was also blessed to experience the Peruvian traditions.

At the beginning of December, we had a “chocolatada” for the children. This consisted of having music, playing lots of games, and in the end distributing hot chocolate and pannetone (traditional cake/bread thing). Yes, even in the 80 degree heat everyone drinks hot chocolate, which happens to be a little bit better than Swiss Miss in my opinion.

Christmas Eve and Christmas day were quite different for me. Christmas Eve, we had a pretty “normal” day until after Vespers at 6. Afterwards, we began to cook a large dinner for after Mass. Here, the tradition is to go to Mass and then eat dinner at 12midnight on the dot. We varied a little from the tradition and began to eat around 11. At midnight, everyone started to light off fireworks all over the city. We live on a hill so we were able to see the fireworks from the street, so we ran outside to watch. We greeted some of our friends that were outside with hugs and others passed by the house to wish us a Merry Christmas. Afterwards, we went back inside to continue eating dinner, which consisted of chicken, rice, yucca, salad, refreshments, and brownie a la mode for dessert. After our friends left around 2am, we revealed our secret Santas, shared some more sweets and finally went to bed around 3ish. Ps-from my secret Santa, I received holy medals of JP2, OLOG, and Saint Martin de Porres/ St. Blaise. WIN.

Christmas day, we went to Pachacutec, a little town about an hour and a half away to visit the two families we visit there every month. The visits were a little more special than normal since it was Christmas and we gave the kiddos gifts. Also, since Edgardo and Flo were in the middle of their saying their goodbyes, it was nice to share this experience with them but also it was beautiful to witness just how much these two friendships have touched each one of them and I got a little excited to think about how the friendship is already developing between myself and the families. We drank some more hot chocolate, caught a little bit of the Madagascar Christmas movie, and headed home in the evening.

Now, I realize that my birthday is not an official holiday, but its in the season so why not share what that was like?!

The Tuesday before my birthday, we packed up and headed to the beach! Now, ever since Charlotte (the American that is on mission in Barrios Altos) told me we could go to the beach for my birthday, I was set on it. We went to the “Beach of Silence” and had a little picnic before some of us jumped into the big blue ocean. The picnic was awesome! From packages from mom and dad, we had PB&J so I got to eat a PB&J sandwhich, cheeto type things that we bought, brownies that Flo made, and we shared a beer too (they’re not like the bottle back home, they are larger and meant to be shared). Afterwards, Flo, Edgardo, Patrick and myself all braved the cold water and went swimming. The waves were a little violent and tricky at times, but nonetheless, we all still had a good time. While I was taking a break on the beach, enjoying some matté….. WE SAW WHALES!!!! Seriously, could my birthday celebration have one any better?? Oh yea, on top of all of this, the people behind us were playing American music all day, so I got to hear some Nelly, Pearl Jam and lots of others too! The best part of my birthday...getting to start the day off with Mass, in my house on the actual day of my birthday. WIN!

Now this brings us to New Years. Again, a normal day of visits and permanencia and then mass at night. After mass, we invited some friends for yet some more hot chocolate and pannettone before preparing for the main event of the night…climbing up to the cross that overlooks La Ensenada. A few of our friends joined us for the climb that took about a good hour to do. I didn’t die from asthma, thankfully, and was one of the first ones to arrive! From the cross, we could see the entire city! Again, at midnight, everyone started lighting off fireworks so we were entertained by the entire city for a good half hour. After this half hour, it was difficult to continue to see the fireworks because the whole city was covered in smoke. At around 1230/1245, we started to make our way back down to the house. This proved to be a little more tricky seeing as how gravity was not my friend a few times and I may have slipped once or twice…oops!

I hope you all had a blessed Christmas and a safe New Year and I look forward to returning to a white Christmas, a cold birthday, and a New Year with my friends in 2012.

Love,

Kari

I'm still alive!

To those of you who still check this and want to stay in tune with my life,

Thanks, first of all. Secondly, I am still alive, life has just been crazy busy with little time to think about sitting at a computer for more than a minute. I miss you all dearly and am patiently awaiting the day I see your faces. However, I am still extremely happy here and am not ready to leave just yet.

The last few months were crazy but life has returned to more of a normal rhythm now with prayer in the morning, lunch, permanencia/visits, evening prayer, and whatever the night brings (which does seem to change every day but whatever!). Right now, Flo and Edgardo are in the middle of their despedida, something which is sometimes very hard for me to accept. In less than a month, I will be the one who has been here the longest so I am trying to step up to the plate a little more and be more aware of the little things and to think of everyone in my community a little bit more, especially Patrick and Sophie since they have been here less than 2 months. I often forget that they are still learning about our friends and the life here and what it was like to have been here for less than 2 months since I was no longer the newbie when my 2 month anniversary. I have learned a lot about managing the money for 6 people and taking responsibility and exercising prudence with this. I swear, I feel like life here is preparing me for marriage someday. I have learned to apologize immediately, not hold grudges, forgive without questions, take care of children, and slowly but surely I am figuring out this whole cooking thing.

In the last few days, it has really hit me how important our presence is to our friends. I often forget that sometimes we are the only people that truly appreciate these people for who they are, a gift from God. Sometimes their own families reject them or they are simply rejected by the rest of the neighborhood. I am sure I will write about him again, but I have a story about Santiago (Santi) that really struck me the other day and I feel like I might as well share something with you all.

Santi has a developmental issue of sorts, some say autism, but I don’t think so. Anyways, he comes to el Punto almost every day asking for water or if he can come in. Whenever we let him in, he just stands there, or paces, or sits and joins us at the table. He doesn’t talk much but definitely understands what you are saying and can tell when he’s struck a nerve and will keep doing whatever it was that bothered you just to bother you a little bit more. His appearance is a little rough around the edges but I have truly come to see a light in him, a light that truly shines CHRIST. Some people think he is dangerous and don’t see him for who he truly is. The other night I was at mass in a town 10 minutes away in bus and while I was there, I spotted Santi. He saw us (I was with Javier) came and sat down next to us (normally, he paces for the entire mass so this was a little out of the ordinary). He was with us for most of the mass and afterwards followed us to the bakery and then to the bus stop. While we were at the bus stop, a lady came up to me and told me to watch out because the man was going to rob me. When I realized she was talking about Santi, I replied (maybe with a little too stern of a tone…) that he is our friend and I trust him. This just really struck me and made me see that not everyone loves Santi the way we do. Since that night, I have been trying to be even more willing to show him love and friendship, the reason why he comes every day. I have a few more stories about Santi but I will keep it to just this one (although there is a pretty awesome one about the time he kissed the monstrance).

I hope you are all staying warm and preparing for Christmas, keeping in mind that “Jesus is the reason for the season” and not stressing too much about what gifts remain to be bought.  I am slowly taking out the skirts and tank tops as summer is approaching but I actually am missing the snow this time of year. I would love to hear from you guys. A quick email or letter (which is preferred…) always makes me smile and makes me feel a little more connected to life back home. Know that I pray for you all daily and have not forgotten your faces.

Until next time,

Kari