Bolivia is beautiful

So. New blog. Different stuff.
So it turns out, I won´t be working at the project with the families with addicitons until after classes start. There is someone there working now that is, apparently, is foreign, and they try to minimize the help of the foreigners to one at a time so we don´t let things get too out of hand.
This means, instead, that I get to work at an orphanage for the next two weeks. I was there the last two days (i think. maybe more). That place is absolutely crazy. 23 kids, all between the ages of like baby and 5. And I don´t have a ton of experience with kids, so I´m doing a lot of learning. They love to eat. crayons. and erasers. So most of my time is spent telling them not to eat erasers, helping them go pee, getting peed on, and changing their clothes after they´ve peed in them. All the while being a human jungle gym and trying not to crush any of the kids as they are crawling-peeing-eating things they shouldn´t be eating.
My first day there, I showed up at about 8:00. Had a sort of orientation till about 8:15. By the time it was 8:30, or 8:40, i was thinking to myself "boy, it has to be at least like 9:30 or later". Nope. It´s so hard to be there somtimes, and it can get easy to lose perspective when you´re trying to, by yourself, keep 10 or more kids occupied, content, busy, happy, and teach a little bit of math in the process. All in Spanish.
But then the realization sort of hits me that these kids....they don´t have families. Or the family tha they did have...well, they are much better off in an orphanage than where they came from. And that´s the part that really gets me right now. Though they cry, as do all kids...They always seem to be happy. They always seem to have joy and are content in their circumstances. And that I don´t understand. It´s incredible. So, though I would never want to grow up to be a person that is given the task of watching large masses of kids...I think this is an incredible opportunity for me, and I´m learning more from these kids than I think I really am.
Um.
Mishaps.
So, yesterday. Or maybe two days ago, I don´t really remember, I ended up in a different city. I got on the wrong number 260 trufi (microbus-van thing i´ve mentioned before), and took it in the wrong direction. I thought it was just going around the rotunda (roundabout), but it actually happened to be turning left, instead of going straight. So I got to ride on the trufi for an hour and a half that day, and end up in a different city. Eventually i struggled though broken spanish with the driver of the trufi and he told me that i needed to cross, basically, their version of the freeway and catch one going in the opposite direction. That one was completely my fault.

Then, today. I also grabbed a 203 trufi. It just so happens that there are 2 different routs for the 203 trufi, the one that has the green label, and the one with the red. The one with the red label goes to the stadium. The one with the green label goes down calle Mayor Rocha. I wanted to go Calle Mayor Rocha. I got on the red-labeled trufi. But after several phone calls to Jackie, I made it. Alive.

Um. Que mas.
I did laundry for the first time. It was in a sink outside, and i used a srub brush.
I feel better. I am no longer sick.
Apparently they eat cow udder here. I´m not sure how i feel about trying it.
This week was the first time I´ve been peed on. It´s now happened multiple times.
Two days ago, I saw a car with a cabinet on it´s roof. The cabinet was wider, longer, and taller than the car itsself. I wish i had a camera at that point in time.

Um. I think that´s it for now. I´m sort of short on time. But. I wish there was a way to put pictures on here, I think taht would be the only way of describing the place. but I have no way to get pictures from my camera to the computer. Also, I´m not really taking many pictures, because I don´t want to be the annoying gringo taking pictures of everything. but I really should start.
Hokay.
Love & Hugsies!
kyle