This week we brought two giant bags of donated clothes to the foundation. After lunch mothers of the children came to the foundation and picked out some much needed new clothes for their kids. I have never seen so many people at the foundation. It is really neat to see that the foundation can have such a positive impact on not only the kids, but the entire community.
Every week I have been teaching the kids at the foundation basic karate. At first they just punched each other. Then they would listen for 10 minutes or so, lose interest and start punching each other. But last Tuesday we made it through a full lesson and I couldn't be more proud. Below is the kids best pose. (We are still working on taking pictures)
Although I am not all that religious it is hard not appreciate the magnitude of the Catholic Church. Sunday nights there are three services, one at 5pm, 6pm, and 7pm. They are all standing room only.
When the Colombian National team plays the entire country stops to watch. Cheers and gasps can be heard all around as the streets are empty. It is eerie and powerful at the same time. No matter economic status, age, color, everyone is watching the game. It is amazing how certain things unite people.
Week 2 has been insurmountably better than week 1, and for this I am grateful.
The kids at the foundation are beginning to listen, and show more respect. They get less overwhelming everyday. Spanish no longer just sounds mean when spoken in my direction, but comprehendible. The host family I am living with are some of the kindest and most generous people I have met. The amenities just took a little getting used to. To put on cherry on top of a much improved week. I witnessed one of the top 10 sweetested things I have had the pleasure of seeing. A girl at the foundation named Urine turned 13 this week. Below are pictures because words don't do it justice.
Culture shock is without a doubt a real thing. Adjustment is putting it lightly. At the end of the first week I could have written a list about why Columbia is worse than Miley Cyrus. This list would have made the editors at Buzz Feed proud. But despite spending the first week being perpetually uncomfortable, it is getting better.
PS. I am still sweating
Right away I began to sweat. The line to get through customs was welcoming, but long and without air-conditioning. The people who had gotten off of the plane with me, were either tourists or locals. Which meant that they were either terribly impatient or ready to start drinking. (probably both) It took about a hour to reach the man who would stamp my passport. I greeted him with a smile, and some rough spanish. Just like that I was in. Oswaldo, the father of my host family was there to pick me up. We hopped in a cab and were off to my new home for the next three months.