header

Monthly Archives: November 2008

Click on the title of the blog post to view the entire entry.


My love of dogs, and photography

Since I was about 11, I’ve had a black dog. First it was the one of two family dogs named Sam, a black lab. Then it was my own dog, Murphy, a black lab mix who I picked up at the SPCA. Murphy, is currently living with a great family with the last name Murphy of all things. It was hard to leave Murphy behind for six months, but he is in loving hands, and I know that I’ll return to see him again. However, when I heard there was another black dog named Davy, a Black Lab/Great Dane mix, here at the home, I got really excited.

You see, I love dogs, and I love photography. A few years ago, I noticed how Murphy’s black coat just shines when the light hits it. Since then, I’ve wanted to produce a series of abstract black and white photographs of a dog’s shiny black coat. Since Davy is here, I figured I’d shoot some photos of her sleeping in a dark leather chair. So, here are four photographs I shot the other night.


Happy Thanksgiving… in Peru?


Today was Thanksgiving. To our surprise, they do celebrate Thanksgiving here at New Hope Children’s home. Although instead of Football and Turkey, we had a great big dinner of chicken, veggies, and some amazing mashed potatoes with a desert of various ice creams and cake. Ohhh… and Julia made Pumpkin Pie!

The reason they celebrate Thanksgiving here is to give thanks to God for providing for all the many things they have received and been blessed with during the year and, most importantly, each day.

So instead of posting photos of people preparing food, and eating food, I thought I’d share the drawings of the little Peruvian boys. Imagine, hand turkeys have made it halfway around the world. Enjoy.

A sad but hopeful departure…

Today, Dave, Debbie, and Timo left to return home to the states for a while. Timo needs to focus on his School work, and Dave and Debbie have a Steve Green fund raising concert in December to put on in upstate New York. It was a chaotic day with all the last minute preparations in just enough time that they could barely leave on time.

Dave and Debbie founded the home years ago and as of recent have had to bounce back and forth between the states and Peru more frequently and spend less time in Peru than they would like, due to many reasons: health, lack of financial support, family priorities, etc. They care for these kids at the home as if they were their own, and they have so much of their lives invested here that it’s hard for them to leave so often.

Only Dave intends to return in January, because Timo needs to finish his school in a more focused environment than his living room with so much going on. Not many kids are like this 14 year old. Around New Hope, Timo pretty much functions as a normal kid. He does his best to focus on his studies in a home school environment (only with about 40 kids around), but it can be difficult when your friends are playing futbol outside, or you are needed to translate for Americans.  However, there was some hopeful last minute talk about an english school Timo could attend here in Arequipa so he would be able to finish his schooling here. This would mean that Dave, Debbie and Timo would be able to remain in Peru together for a longer period of time, that Timo would be in a focused educational environment instead, and they could live together instead of living apart in different halves of the world.

This would mean a lot of things. They would be able to serve where they feel called, do what they love, and be together as a family. An additional selfish thing I have to admit is that it would mean there would be a bit more daily sanity for us gringos who have relied on Dave and Debbie to mediate with the kids, translate, and help everything function a bit smoother. It will be an interesting few weeks until Dave or everyone returns.

There is a whole staff of great Peruvian people at the home to help everything function properly, but Dave and Debbie have given their lives for these kids and this entire home. Actions speak louder than words, and after only spending a week and a half with Dave and Debbie, you can see and feel how much of their lives they have poured into the kids here at New Hope.

If you would like to support or know of someone who would be interested in helping Dave and Debbie in their ministry to the kids here in Arequipa, Peru, please do so by supporting them by visiting  this link www.peruhope.org

Thanks for your time.

Weekend Trip to the beach town of Mollendo Peru

This past weekend, we took a two hour bus ride through the mountains to a beach town called Mollendo. The road to Mollendo has what seemed to be about 70 switch backs and shear drop offs that left you feeling really queasy. If you allowed your mind to wander, you could easily imagine the bus at the bottom of the cliff engulfed in flames… so I read a book.

Once in Mollendo, we checked in to our hotel called “America,” owned and operated by one of the most pleasant people named Americo Chang. It was only 36 US dollars for two nights, and we had the best view with three walls of windows over looking the town. After unpacking, we relaxed on the beach and ate at a restaurant called Maro Antonio, which Brad found in his Peru travel book by the Lonely Planet book company. We ordered an assortment of food and beverages, but the one thing we ordered that stood out was the Ceviche, which consists of raw fish cooked in the acid of lime juice and covered in some pico de gallo. After dinner, we headed out to the beach again to watch the sunset over the Pacific ocean (which never happens on the east coast since the sun rises over the Atlantic.) Even though it was a beautiful sight with the red sky and the rocky cliffs there just just below us, where we watch the sun set, there happens to be a sewer pipe emptying into the ocean. Oh well, it’s a good thing you can’t smell the photos.

The weekend was a blast. We ordered some really good ice cream from another spot listed in the Lonely Planet bookand played some frisbee in an empty square all by ourselves when some shady guy walked up and rustled around in the bushes, and then, after checking a few bushes, he just left. When we were leaving the square, Axshel (our Peruvian friend) checked the bushes and found a wallet. It turns out the guy was ditching a wallet that he pick pocketed. The wallet only had an ID in it, and in Peru it’s difficult to get another ID. So we took the wallet with the ID in it to the police station later in the day.

Quick side note: Peruvian street dogs in Mollendo are way more chill than street dogs in the city. And of course, it’s because they live at the beach. They go swimming when they want to, they chill under anyone’s umbrella when they wish, and just do what ever they pretty much please.

It was a great weekend, and I would definitely spend another weekend in Mollendo.

Daily life right now.

What to write about? I’m not sure. There are tons of things that have happened and things that we’ve done in just one week since we have been here. I think I’ll tell you about how things are going with the boys Brad and I are tutoring.

First, Abel is their main tutor and house parent who lives right next to Hogar Esperanza. His Job here entails keeping the boys in line, helping with their home work, making sure they get all their chores done, and a huge part is actually sleeping in the boys apartment 4 nights a week. I would say that Abel, besides Dave, is the best male role model for the boys. Before Brad and I arrived, Abel was here helping the boys and staying the night and every day. Abel also has a 14 month old daughter and a wife. He is a very dedicated man to his job, and as far as I can see, he does an amazing job. I’m told he can be a bit hard on the boys, but if you were trying to keep 11 boys in line all between the ages of 10-20, I’d say you have to be pretty disciplined.

As of right now, Abel is on vacation for two weeks starting November 16th. Abel’s vacation is nothing like vacations in the states. He isn’t going anywhere special that I know of. He simply goes about doing his daily life at home and occasionally stops by the Home to check in or pick something up. He loves these kids, so I’m sure he’s a bit nervous leaving them in the care and discipline of two gringos who know very little spanish and nothing about how each boy typically acts. So, for Brad and I, it’s becoming a big challenge but yet quite the adventure too.

During the time Abel is on vacation, Brad and I will be filling in by alternating days. This means, I take one day and night, and then Brad takes the next day and night. The day starts by waking up at 5am. I’m not much of a morning person, and if allowed, I can sleep till 1pm sometimes. So after I wake up, it’s a task to begin waking all the boys up. Fortunately, there is a great boy named Fernando who is the oldest of all the boys, very responsible, and gives me a hand in waking them up. Some kids want to crawl back into bed about; some just pop out of bed and hit the ground running.

In addition to waking them up, there are two boys who have some problems wetting the bed. Augusto is one of them, and if he seems restless in the middle of the night then it means he should go to the bathroom. My first night staying over, I heard Agusto moving around in his bed, so I tried to get him up to use the bathroom. He got about ten steps and jumped back into bed. That night was accident free. Last night however was not the same as the first. I could hear him moving around and making noises, but it didn’t sound much different from the first night. I was wrong, he wet the bed, and his mattress didn’t have any plastic cover. This is when I started to see how much these guys are more like family and less like roommates. I say this because Agusto is a special needs child and can’t do many things for himself. So, Henri, the boy who sleeps in the bed above Augusto stripped Augusto’s bed sheets and changed Augusto without being asked. This was huge help since I didn’t even know Augusto wet the bed until I tried to make Augusto’s bed, and Henri pointed out that Augusto wet the bed.

The second boy who has a problem wetting the bed is Moises. Moises is really cute and funny, but like some kids his age, he is afraid of the dark. I can relate. I used to sleep with the hall light on and the door cracked until I was about 11. Moises, beacause he is afraid of the dark, will not get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom. So, he needs to sleep with a pail next to his bed. So far, I haven’t had any bed wetting experiences with Moises, but Brad has. This is just the beginning of the day, and the next events are brushing their teeth and a bible devotional reading from Fernando while the others either fall asleep or struggle to stay awake. Amazingly, Fernando wakes up about 4:40 and prepares his devotional.Then they get going on their morning chores, where each boy is assigned to a specific task in the apartment. The chores are: washing dishes, cleaning the table. Each room has one person assigned to sweep the floor and tidy up. Someone prepares breakfast, and someone else prepares lunches. Someone cleans the bathroom as well, and each boy is responsible for making their bed and keeping their clothing cabinet tidy. After chores are finished, they all sit down to eat breakfast.

Breakfast usually consists of a bread roll with a hot dog sliced down the middle and a warm blended beverage consisting of milk and fruit. I must say, it’s not bad, and when you get adjusted to the food portions the kids eat, you actually feel content when finished eating. My normal breakfast in the states would consist of two bowls of cereal, or if it’s a weekend, I would make eggs, toast, bacon, coffee, and orange juice. But, currently I’m not really missing american food since I’ve only been here one week. Talk to me in 5 months. When everyone is finishing with breakfast, the school bell at the home rings to let all the kids know they have to be on their way to school at 6:45am. Some leave later, but the majority leave at 6:45. Some kids go to a private Christian school, a few go to public school, and a few stay at the home to be tutored and will be going to school when the next school year starts.

After all the kids are gone, we (Brad, Julia, Lydia, Jesse, and I) head up to Dave’s (the director) office for our daily 8:30am meeting where we go over updates, how things are going, and any new info Dave needs to know about things going on with us. Following the meeting, I usually grab a nap for a bit and then shower up after that. We have free time from 9am till 3pm. Around 3pm is when the kids start coming home from school.

When they get home, they have a half hour to relax. Then it’s prepare what they call lunch. Then they need to get started on their homework or clean their school clothes if they are dirty. Homework here is not given in moderation. They have way more than we get in the states. So if any of the boys fool around and procrastinate on their home work, they will be up late finishing their work.

Home work is pretty challenging for Brad and I to help them with. We usually end up just helping them stay focused on doing their homework since we can’t really understand what they are doing. However, Brad was very successful in helping Roberto on his math home work, and today Avelino need help with his English pronunciation, and we worked on that for an hour or so. A lot of times, they just want you to do their homework for them. I was guilty of this as a kid. I always procrastinated on big papers or projects and then would be up late trying to furiously finish with the help of my mom (ok, more like she did them).  Let’s focus on strengths here. To my own credit, I’m not much of a writer but more of a visual person, hence the reason I’m a photographer. But, just like me, these boys have amazing talents of their own. Freddie, probably about 10, one of the most difficult boys the home has taken in, has amazing handwriting. The first time I a saw his work book with writing in it, I automatically assumed someone else did it. Then I saw him write, and I was really impressed. I mean it’s not perfect, but if you know anything about Freddie, it’s that he can’t sit still, and he can be a big pain. The old saying “Never judge a book by its cover” still rings true. Fernando, who is about 20, is an extremely talented artist and loves to share his art with anyone. He’ll talk your ear off, and he always has the biggest smile. He also works at a local hospital and is currently going to art school. These are only two of the boys’ talents I have experienced in the one week I’ve been here.

The boys are pretty much self sufficient, and the older boys typically help the younger boys with homework and staying on task to do their chores. Sometimes my presence is all that is needed. A lot of times, I’ll sit on the couch when they are doing their chores, but there are times when I need to step in and keep someone on task or break up a scuffle.

Speaking of scuffles, a serious one broke out a few nights ago. There is only one computer for 11 boys, and they all love to surf the web. They have something similar to myspace and facebook here in Peru called High5. Last night, while I was out of the apartment, two boys got into a huge fight. One boy who was on his High5 page and doing homework briefly left the computer and another boy sat down at the computer, logged in, and deleted the other boy’s session, which really created a huge problem. Apparently, in addition to loosing his high5 session, he also lost his homework which caused him to have to stay up late and finish his homework on the computer.

Another issue both Brad and I are noticing is the boys are taking advantage of us by staying up late. When we went over the daily schedule with Dave and Abel, we were told that their bed times are from 8:30 for the younger boys and 9:30 for the older boys. Since Brad and I have taken over while Abel is on vacation, the boys are going to bed later each night and leaving the apartment more of a mess. I know for sure that he would never let them get away with these things.

Once we get into bed, the day comes to an end. Each day is kinda similar since they have a pretty regimented schedule.  Each day is difficult, challenging, and tiring. With hardship there is also joy, laughter, and love. All these things make up our daily lives and make it worth living. Joy is no better than difficulty, because without difficultly we would never really appreciate or understand joy.

It’s hard to understand our purpose here when we can’t speak spanish. A lot of the time, we are just a presence in the apartment, someone to keep the boys from killing one another and to keep them doing what the are supposed to do.  You begin to feel like a night shift security guard. You wonder what the heck you’re doing here. You think that you were more of a benefit to society when you were contributing your trade to someone who needed it or just bringing in a pay check. The truth is, though, most of these boys don’t get enough  personal attention and affection. The thing that Dave and Debbie continue to reiterate is that it doesn’t matter if you accomplished much in a day, but, rather, do the kids feel loved? Did you hug them? Did you spend time with them? And, if the answer is yes, then you have done more than you know.

As someone who grew up with both parents, it’s hard to imagine growing up somewhere where you might get to see your family once a year or not at all. I had a lot of help growing up, and I was shown a lot of grace from my parents when I got into some stupid things. I hope that I can do a small fraction for them what my parents have done for me.

Water galore and more…

A few days ago, a water fight broke out amongst the kids, which I hear is pretty regular. So regular that, last night, when we got back from trying to go Go Karting (which is closed on monday :( ), the kids were having a water fight again at night. I avoided that one like the plague since I currently have a cold which feels similar to the plague.

I started getting sick on the third day I was here, and from then, on it’s only gotten worse (yes mom, I’m ok and I’m taking meds). One night, I had a fever which made me feel like I was in space, last night I lost my voice, and today I think I’m recovering a bit but still feel a little sick. On top of it all, the altitude here makes just climbing steps a bit hard. When I get to the top, I feel way out of breath, but I don’t have altitude sickness. Nonetheless, all is well.

On Sunday night, I spent my first night with the young teen boys, and on monday, we helped with their homework. Sunday night was pretty eventful since there are two boys who, if they wake up in the middle of the night, need to use the bathroom. Agusto needs to be helped to the bathroom, and Moises is afraid of the dark (I can relate, at that age, I was too) and sometimes will wet the bed, because he is too afraid to go to the bathroom in the dark. So, Moises keeps a pale next to his bed. Needless to say, I slept only a few winks that night.

In the morning, I had to wake everyone one up at 5am. I HATE WAKING UP THAT EARLY!!! If allowed, I can sleep till 2pm. I’m a night owl, but having to wake up the boys early gives me enough reason to get up too. This was my first attempt at getting young teenage boys out of bed after they were up late. Wow!, it was hard work. I had to clap my hands, make any kind of noise, shake them awake, just about anything until Brad came in with his laptop and played some Bill Withers at the loudest volume.

Everyday has been a challenge, but a challenge I have welcomed with open arms. I came here to be challenged and mix up my daily life, and I’ve gotten just that. Upon arrival, Brad and I found out that the Language school we were going to attend is way more than we expected. The price we were expecting was $60.00 a week, and the actual price is $150.00 a week. Apparently the $60.00 is just the discount and not the price. Oh well, we were notified we had to be flexible. Instead of the school, we are getting by with our wits, some grammar books, and the intention of using the program rosetta stone. It can be difficult trying to communicate with the kids with only knowing so little spanish, but you grunt, point, and act out what you’re trying to say.

In addition to all this, I will probably be starting photo classes in a month. I still have to do lesson planning. The language will be a big barrier to understanding, and I will most likely have Julia Black translate. Juila is pretty much fluent in spanish, so this is a huge blessing and help. I will be doing simple projects like having them do a portrait of a friend, learning about different elements of composition and direction of light, etc.

And some other general updates: When I arrived at the Lima airport, the LAN airline rep asked me how I got my 74 lbs check bag here, and when did I arrive. I said I just got here and just came through customs. She gave me a wary look, and asked to see my tickets from the states. You are only allowed one check bag of no more than 50 lbs. when flying to Lima from any other country. So when the lady checking my bag in atlantic city let it slide, it kind of created a problem. But you know what? They let the bag go and never even charged me for the additional weight, which in Peru you get charged 2.20 for each lb. over 40. HA! Can’t believe it. On top of that, you’re supposed to be only allowed one carry on bag; one means one. And I had two. She let me go with both. Then when I went through customs I didn’t need to get my bags looked through. Which is big, because I had two printers with me, one for 4×6 pictures and one for the home which might have caused a problem. Whew. Thank you God!

Well, keep checking back for more updates. All is well. Thank you for all your prayers. I’ll have to write more about church some time. It’s pretty interesting when you know nothing they are saying. Peace.

View from the top

[caption id="attachment_52" align="alignnone" width="900" caption="View from the third floor (construction halted due to lack of funds) of the view surrounding the home."]View from the third floor (construction halted due to lack of funds) of the view surrounding the home.[/caption]

This photo was taken from the third floor of the office/boys building looking out at the sun setting on the peaks of the volcanoes Picchu Picchu, Chichachi, and Misti. Arequipa is a high altitude desert at about 7800 ft above sea level. It remains at a pretty satisfying temperature in the low to high 70s during the day and falls to a low of about 40 at night, and it barely rains (except in the rainy season, which we experienced back in January on our first trip).

More photos to follow when I get a chance to post them. What to expect? A water fight, and the kids receive new kitchen items! Check back soon.

Photos from New Hope

Being Tall and Business Class

So I thought I’d try upgrading to business class from Ft. Lauderdale to Lima since it’s a longer flight, and frankly I’m becoming accustomed to leg room. I was prepared to pay, and I asked the rep how much it would cost’ but the Spirit rep told me that I would have go back to do that back where you check bags which would mean that I’d have had to drag my bags and myself back through security. BLAH. No thanks.  Plus, it was getting tight on time. I was prepared to walk away and just sit where I was assigned. But she wasn’t done. She asked where I was sitting and then start typing… tic tic tic tic tic tic tic, “you’re now in seat 5F.” All I did ask. Ask you and shall receive. My height, I believe got me in to business class for free. I was well prepared to pay a decent price but not an outrageous price for the upgrade.  She then printed me out a new boarding pass and handed it to me. Amazing. :) Blessing number five. Thank God.

We have lift off with Blessings.

Today I departed for Peru. Even as I type this I’m sitting in Ft. Lauderdale’s airport in Florida waiting to board the plane to Lima Peru for my second leg of three flights. I had a great send off crew: my Mom, my brother Scott, my roommate Jeremy, and my awesome friend Kristin. My other roommate John even woke up at 3:30am to say goodbye. This says a lot about how wonderful they are, because they all had to get up ridiculously early, meet at 4pm to go to the airport an hour away, and then go to work later in the day.

Without my send off crew, my first leg would not have gone as awesome. Seriously, here are some things that happened:

First - My check bag was 24 lbs. overweight, and apparently there is a restriction on flights to Lima that NO bag can be over 50 lbs., and you only get one. Well, mine was huge! But because we were chatting with the Airline rep and the baggage guy, they didn’t even realize my bag was overweight until they already printed out the tag and checked me in. So guess what? They let it Fly! Nice pun right. If this didn’t happen, I would have had to drop 24 lbs. of baggage on the spot and send it back with my send off crew back home. That task would have been extremely difficult.

Second - As an amateur international traveler, I made a big mistake. Apparently you need to have a return ticket when you travel to Peru or maybe anywhere internationally. What I did was only book a one way ticket since I was waiting until I had decided what my final return date would be based on lowest airfare price, which I planned on doing in Peru. Well, that changed, because if I didn’t book a return ticket right then I probably wouldn’t make it through Customs.  High pressure sales? Maybe… doubt it though. The airline rep was the the nicest rep in the world. I bought my return ticket for April 22nd 2009, and it’s official… I’m coming back ;)

Third - I’m carrying a fairly large printer as one of two carry on bags. The printer alone has been quite an adventure with having it delivered on time, packing it, etc. Such fun airports, planes, and restrictions are. If you go by the airline standards, I’m not really allowed to carry on the two bags I’m carrying on.  However, as we read above with the overweight issue, not everyone follows the rules, and they let things go due to level of hassle, and for whatever reason, I made it on the plane with my medium size back pack and the printer in a duffel bag. I freakin’ love this trip! What an adventure right?! Can’t wait till I get to customs.

Fourth - How amazingly awesome is this… business class just happened to fall in my lap. As I boarded the plane and eventually found my seat, I tried to get into my seat when the man in the middle seat didn’t understand english and only spoke spanish. On top of this, he is mentally handicapped. So the flight attendant tries to tell him he needs to move so I can sit down. He then moves into my seat instead of letting me into my seat and won’t move. Not because he’s stubborn but because he doesn’t realize what is happening. So the flight attendant has me stand in the back of plane until the plane has boarded and then escorts me to a business class seat!!!!  Leg room galore people. I’m a tall guy, and I’ve only had the opportunity to fly business class once before. It’s hard to go back to economy being stuck between two people with no elbow room and very little leg room. But I suppose I’ll have to suffer.

Some different news about the trip: There were are a total of four cameras donated to New Hope for use in teaching photography. But, since Peru has taxes and limitations on what one person can bring, I am not able to bring them with me. The team in January will be bringing the cameras. The time without the cameras will allow me to focus on learning spanish and develop some photography lessons and get adjusted..

With all of the craziness going on before leaving and even the things happening today, it’s been easy to loose my head and stress. However, it’s really only been when I realize I have no control over my life do I calm down and realize this time in Peru is going to be amazing. I’m so excited to just be there and get started with whatever happens… even if that means I get sick right off the bat… it’s inevitable.

In closing, I ask for your prayers, that the last legs of this trip would go smoothly and safe. And if they don’t, pray I would remain calm and go with the flow. Thank you for your prayers. Keep checking back for updates.

So now, I sit in Ft. Lauderdale with my thoughts of excitement and uncertainty in what lies ahead when i arrive.