A Month at The Orphanage

Tomorrow is my last day at the orphanage.  It’s strange how attached I’ve gotten to these kids over the last 28 days.  I’m so glad I was among the five who got to spend time here.  I can’t even begin to explain how amazing and frustrating this month has been.  But it has been entirely worth it.  Now I set my sights back to my town–Bhalil.  I hope I can make as big of a difference there as I have in this village.  Over the course of the school year, I will have plenty of opportunities.  I just need to be myself and grab them.  I want to work my ass off so I can deserve next summer.  I’m crossing my fingers.

I am still trucking along with the 50-Day Memory Challenge.  Remember, if you want to attempt it, just send me a link and I will set you up with my 200 subscribers.

Day Eight: Kicked out of a Bar

Field Strip to Casablanca

I just went on a field trip to Casablanca with 15 of the best artists in the orphanage.  It was a great experience.  We were fed a fantastic lunch (FOR FREE!!!).  Then, after walking around the campus of the country club, the kids were given an endless supply of good paper and paint.  They painted for two full hours.  It is incredible how many people want to give to these kids.  This is at least the fourth group that I’ve seen interacting with the kids in a big way–and I have only been here for four weeks.  They come from a tough background, but they have an incredible upbringing in this place.

Another day, another memory:

Day Seven: Lightening in the Cemetery