Hogar

So I’m back at the children’s home. We got back last Friday. It’s been incredible. I feel fairly at home here. Thus far I’ve played with kids all day. I’ll actually do work soon-ish. Tomorrow I get to work in a clinic at the orphanage with a doctor that only speaks Spanish. If it sounds like a bad idea, it probably is. That’s why I’m excited.

I also have realized I’ve never given actual information about what I’m doing. I did this because…I didn’t actually know what I’d be doing till, eh, today-ish. I’m working at a children’s home. Surprise! There are 52 kids here from ages 5-25. It is a large place; it has a school that 400 kids attend, a clinic, and a dentist’s office. I work with five other interns…who all happen to be girls. Hurray. (It’s actually been great, I’ve just started using words like “cute” and “adorable” slightly more than I used to, which was never). My official duty as an intern is to be a facilitator of the way of life the home tries to teach the ninos. We show them the love of Jesus. It’s an interesting role. Someday I will expand on that thought. My official duties are planning events for the kids, working in the clinic, and tutoring in math and science. A few of my favorite things.

So the loro is gone because I’m back at the home. I’m really kind of sad. We grew close. Yup.

Something that made me angry: I did laundry when I was in Antigua. I lived in an 8 x 10 room. It had very little furniture and nowhere rogue pieces of clothing could hide. I came here with matching sets of all clothes that require matches…like socks. When I got my laundry back I had two mismatched socks. Two!!!! One is ok. Two is dumb. I’ve probably had at least one mismatched sock in every load of laundry since I’ve been in college. I thought for sure I could keep track of my clothes living in an 8x10 space. No. No I can’t. Now my socks are gone.