Not easy like a Sunday morning

We are halfway through our second week here and I have to say it hasn’t been an easy start. In addition to the protests in Tiquipaya it’s been challenging to find our places here at the girls home. Volunteering at a children’s foster home in a developing country is unfortunately not all about hugs and kisses and getting the feeling of being needed. Since we arrived I’ve felt a bit our of my game, like I suddenly wouldn’t have any idea what I’m doing or why I’m here. The girls here are just like any other happy kids, though behind their innocent child-like smiles these small humans beings have gone through things that I don’t even want to say out loud. It’s not so easy to get close to them, and you have to earn their trust. 

Tired tías

The everyday routines gives structure to the days, but it’s sometimes hard for us to know what role we should take and how we can help without interfering with anyone’s tasks and the daily routines. They have their way of doing things and there are moments when we feel like we’re more in the way than being helpful. The one thing we feel really irreplaceable at is driving the girls to church on Sunday mornings, especially as we both take it easy and self-confident when cruising around in Cochabamba, with a small van filled with 24 girls and a few adults.

Little Yanina, 3 years old - always making us laugh