What Difference Can A Year Make?

I am in Lima, Peru this year as a Young Adult Volunteer with the Presbyterian Church USA. I am working with the office of the Joining Hands Network of Peru and the church Luz y Vida. Here you will find stories and thoughts of my stuggles and triumphs as I learn Spainsh, learn to become one with the cultura peruana, and hopefully find some direction in my life.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

anDUH!

Today as my English students were working on their pronunciations between and and Aunt, I told them to practice saying duh – duh – duh – anDUH. I wrote it on the board and Conrado asked me what it meant. I responded by hitting my forehead with my and exclaiming “duh… pues!” After repeating duh – duh – duh – anDUH several times, I can clearly hear the distinction between their ending d’s and t’s. I suppose I hit my head a little too hard though because now I have a headache.

As I begin to pack my things, I will be reflecting on this past year:

What has changed within me?

What will I bring with me and what will I leave behind – emotionally and literally?

How will anyone be able to understand the life and people here, without experiencing them, living among them?

Will my presentations meet the expectations of the audience: my church, family, friends?

Will I meet their expectations?

How will I continue to use my Spanish learned, so I won’t forget it?

How will my days go without all the kisses on the cheek?

What does a meal look like without rice with it?

What is the next step for me, my next journey?

It seems I am ending this experience with just as many, if not more, questions as I started with. During lunch today we were talking about where Jenny’s stolen cell phone could be now. She asked “¿Quien sabes?” who knows. I answered, “Dios, y nadie mas.” God, and nobody else. “Si,” she answered. “Hay cosas que solo El sabe.” Yes, there are things that only God knows. I felt at that moment, that this is the answer to all the questions I listed above, and so many more. So as I enter into this time of change, I’m not worried. I’m looking forward to it. I look forward to talking with you, and sharing this experience in person. I look forward to the conversations we will have about fair trade, human rights, environmental advocacy, immigration, and culture. I look forward to finding my way to the next path that, for now, only God knows.

Thank you for your support throughout this year, and I’ll see you soon!

I added my latest pictures to this facebook album:
http://owu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2015395&l=6b6cf&id=24100417