Well its 8.20am on the 2nd of September 2014 and not only has Tom just left for the first term of his final year at school but ive just paid my reg fee for Sri Lanka, After an argument with my exwife on sunday I was feeling like I didn't want to go but after some thought, im going because its what I need to do and im not gonna let her burst my bubble.
Finally. It is 23:50 and I can't sleep. The moment has finally come for us to partake in this adventure. It took a while, but we finally got to it. Fear was involved but overcome with courage and the sense of help and wonder. We have decided to go on with the idea and to take it to another level. As I lay here, in my cozy bed, I can't even fathom what this adventure will behold but, I am for sure that it is the beginning.
Finally. We're stoked. Our registration fee was finally placed down and we're now waiting on the rest. It took courage, and yes, the nerves took over a few times, but it is now done. That little push of courage and hope is what made us go forward. Even though we have a few sand grains in front of us, we now that it is now, our beginning.
Update: recently it was womens festival a day where women dress up, dance and fast for the whole day to pray for a good husband. In support of the females in the house I also fasted. It was a long day. The girls all looked grown up in thier best outfits and saris and we went to the temple to dance/me take photos. At one point jamona and bdidi pulled me in to dance. I felt like I was gonna be eaten alive by the women 'praying for good husbands' at the sight of a giant white man.
Before we got here we didn't know where we would be working or anything about the organizations for that matter but I had just trusted God that He would place us where we needed to be and just that He did. I don't mean to offend any of my friends who are not Christians or who have different beliefs than mine, but I really think this trip was a God thing.
On Wednesday we figured out we should probably get out and start to see the city a little bit. We were so excited about taking Spanish classes that we hadn't even stopped to think about seeing Cusco. Shame on us! We fixed that very quickly by skipping the rest of Spanish lessons (rebels, I know!) and lining up everything we could do in our mornings when we were not at the orphanage. With our new mission in mind, we went to visit the Temple of the Sun in the morning. It is a beautiful building that is half Spanish construction and half Inca ruins.
On Tuesday (August 26) we got to finally use all the money you donated and the whole experience couldn't have been better!
We met with Ela and Horacio around 11 am to go buy the things she had in her list. Right away we encountered some logistical issues as the stores here for the most part do not accept credit or debit cards. Long story short, I was able to work it out with my bank to withdraw $7,100 Peruvian Soles (the local currency) in one day, which is how much the US$ 2,560 you had donated converted to.