My parents got here safe and sound last Sunday and we've been having a great time together. This is the last week of school for the kids, last day is tomorrow, so we have been trying to let them study for the tests as much as possible. My mom has been working a lot with the younger kids. Doing little puzzles and coloring and water painting with them. My dad knocked out about what I thought was going to be 3-4 days of fix up work in the kids houses in one day.
Other unrelated news, we got a ping pong table donated to us, which I think I love way more than the kids. But I'll be giving them lessons non-stop until they can catch up to me so I can have some one to hit around with. We should be getting a pool table donated to us very soon as well! I'm really stoked about that.
Sad story of the week. As my parents and I were walking back from dinner one night (about 8:00) we ran into 2 little girls one the street corner. One was about 4 years old and was holding what I presume to be her little sister of about 1 year old in her lap. They were both hysterically crying and all by themselves. So I knocked on the neighbors door whose house they were sitting in front of and asked them if they knew the girls. They said no but went out to talk to them. I also called Maribel (the orphanage director) to come and check out the situation. The neighbors figured out that the kids were from someone who lived in the next town over. They said "the mom always leaves these kids here by themselves, so that it was no big deal"...ya right. So Maribel said that we should take them down to the police station, but the neighbors would not let us. They told us that they would stay with the girls until the parents came to pick them up. So because we were out numbered and the neighbors were starting to get a little testy, I think because they didn't like seeing white people worried about some peruvian's kids, we decided to just let them stay there with the kids until the parents got back. But we decided that if we see those 2 girls at the corner like that again, we are just going to take them to the police station without knocking on the neighbors door. Because no little girls deserve to be left alone on an ally corner in the bad part of town at night.
The next day we had a Cholotada. Which is a party with hot chocolate and cake, usually held during the holiday seasons. We had some people from the bank BCP come and donate all the stuff and throw the party for the kids. The people from the bank also donated 1 toy per kid and wrapped them all up and called them by name to come get it and everything. The kids all had a great time.
