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Heather here.

Things are going well. This week just flew by, and it is already Friday! I almost do not remember what has been happening this past week. Monday involved translating into Spanish an English pamplet which informed the reader how ride a horse, lead a horse, and other things which somehow amounted to seven pages of reading material. I hung out with the Texans for lunch at the posada, a picnic-like area with a kitchen and tables on the ranch.
I love the Texan spirit and all-inclusive attitude toward everyone. Later I read to orphans on the refuge (some of the refuge areas are on the ranch, others are not) in Spanish. They loved it and helped me with my Spanish pronunciation; we hit two refuge houses. Later, it was dinner with the Texans at the Posada.

Tuesday was a school day (as was today) and I played with the kids as well as helped out in the classroom. I helped the kindergarteners spell out small words, write their names, and identify words. But let me say that playing with the kids is the most fun of all. They treat me like I am a jungle gym. They climb all over me. I swing them around. I give piggyback rides. They climb up my legs and go upside down. They ride around on my feet, as I walk. I play soccer with them. We play tag.
It is great to share two meals with them too, breakfast and lunch. I am aware however, that some of them are still hungry after their meager portions of food. I feel for them. It makes me want to do something about it.

Wednesday involved walking up to the Posada from the intern house (40 minute walk plus uphill equals good exercise). I then met with a Texan group, and we skadattled out of there to a villiage-like town to do food/clothing/bible/toothpaste deliveries. And guess what. I was the interpreter for all of it! This may sound juvenile, but I felt so important and responsible in my role. Everyone looked to me to relay their questions, statements, and comments. What a good day. Later that day, I tutored four orphan kids on the refuge/ranch in their spanish writing.

Thursday I did vacation bible school in Spanish in a remote area in the mountains. After that we did construction (building a clinic of some kind on the ranch/refuge). Later, I tutored the four orphan kids in their writing and sentences. They taught me things, too. I love dearly working with the precious niños; in fact, I could work with kids for a living. I feel so fufilled alongside kids. That night, I attended a devotional, put on by the Texans, hurried the walk home from the Posada, ate quickly, and we interns all headed out to Spanish lessons. Spanish lessons last night was too much, for I was exhausted. Spanish lessons are every Tuesday and Thursday night, and last from 7 pm until 9 pm. This is actually rather late, for I prefer to be in bed by 9 pm or 9:30 pm or 10 pm at the latest. Why so early? You´d understand more if you had to wake up around 5:30 am every morning.

Actually, today, Friday, I woke up and got up around 4:30 am. Good day at school. Trip to the ice cream store. And now here in the internet cafe, writing away to you. Tonight we are all watching the Sandlot. I am excited.

God bless you all and everyone.
Heather Hafer