On my days off I usually go hiking. I love being outdoors and walking for hours and hours. Here though I think about that. It is such a privilege to choose to walk for hours, to choose to wear myself out. When so many in this world don’t have that choice. They have to walk in order to survive. For longer and farther than I can imagine. In places that are less accommodating and safe.
| It snowed! (not for long and didn't stick but...) |
I don’t understand everything that is said around me or to me. But I try to be present. I try to understand some and sometimes I ask for a translation or a repetition. At times I try to ask questions to see if I understand. Sometimes I try to tell a short story to see if I can get my point across. Sometimes it works. Sometimes I don’t know. And that’s ok. I’m here.
| Artistes! |
Communal living is tough! And so is transition. There are so many assumptions about how to get along. And once you do all figure it out the community changes as someone moves on to the next place and others move in and must be taught the ways of the community.
I’ve taken the kids to the school down the street on the weekends because there is a great playground there. They entertain themselves for hours. It is so fun to see. Chase, pinecone wars, and getting across the monkey bars...
We had a going away party. More Lotería (bingo) and a piñata! What fun!
| February's dream team! |
