Here is the market. Huge. Everything. Cheap. Crammed. Things teetering on top of things.
The ever-changing group of volunteers at one of our weekly eat pizza and waste time discussing issues that don't need discussion sessions on Tuesday nights. I am the pizza coordinator now. I tried to change the pizza place from Dominos to a local place this week, but the people have spoken and I guess we have to switch back. Since I'm in charge though, I might issue a veto. We'll see.
Plaza de la Armas right in downtown and the big fake Christmas tree.
This is where the cab dropped us off with my backpack still inside.
They have an obsession here with butchering their trees. Always with these ridiculous circle shapes and then they will go and paint the bottom 3 feet of the truck white for good measure.
Here we are in the auditorium with all the kids, minus the babies, waiting for the circus to start. Peruvian time means add an hour, so we waited forever in there for it to start. JF is right in the front there. He is here from Canada for 6 months, coordinating the volunteering at the orphanage with the woman behind him, Lilly, who runs the orphanage.
Our friends from Belgium cheering me up after the backpack ordeal. These are their pictures. They speak very little English, so it's great Spanish practice to hang out with them.
The nonsense that was the circus.
Monday, Dec. 22: We celebrated Christmas early with the kids and had a huge Christmas feast.
The kids are so great. They are always so happy. It's great fun.
This little guy always falls asleep at the table and is so smelly.
Camila is the tiniest baby of them all.
I spend half my days watching this guy bounce around. I'm always saying Hola Juan and thinking of you dad though I don't remember what movie that's from.
One of the volunteers put that suit on and handed out the kids presents. They all got a new outfit and a doll or something like that. This kid is the only one who cried.
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