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French Intensive

What’s the best thing to do the end of the year?  Start a garden!  Yesterday, we did just that. I’m new to gardening and have  a lot to learn.  Luckily, I’m learning from an expert: Dan.  Dan and his wife Lori have a lot of experience growing organically in Guanajuato. So we’ll be taking their lead and benefitting from their past failures and successes.

We’re going French Intensive, a biodynamic form of gardening that yields a lot of food in a small space. We began by sifting the soil (lots of worms = good sign!) in order to aerate it. Meanwhile, we mixed in some rich, manured soil donated by Dan’s neighbor. Using aerated soil allows the roots to go straight down, instead of breaking out horizontally. In turn, you can place seeds very close together since their roots head south, avoiding their neighbors to the east and west. Additionally, since there are so many plants, there is not enough room for weeds. So if done correctly, French Intensive yields high produce with very little weeding if any.

It took us most of the day to get in one bed. This is an experiment for all of us. One that we’re all looking forward to!

Bethany, Madre Lourdes & Dan. Madre Lourdes is impressed with the soil sifter.

Erik starts a second garden plot.

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Digs & climbs

Bethany, Erik and I are starting a garden today at Buen Pastor. If time and weather permit, we hope to hike the Buffa afterwards and find M.M.

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Mirror mirror

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Visitors

Bethany and Erik arrive this afternoon!  I’m excited to hike the Buffa with them and explore outside of Guanajuato. I love it when they visit as it’s always action packed and I miss my running partner of 6+ years! They just finished up a 3-day mountain bike tour of the rural towns surrounding Oaxaca. I’m sure they’ll have plenty of stories. Anyway, they’ll be staying at the newly repainted casita, home to many Buen Pastor visitors.

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Piano

Piano gone infrared.

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Marvelous

On Christmas Eve, I met a courageous and beautiful woman. She had been in the shelter at one time and had gone through the recovery process at Buen Pastor. She was spending Christmas Eve like I was: with the madres, the women and children, eating tamales the woman had made, drinking atole and Ponche Navideno, and reveling in the company of family.

Her son was as gorgeous and sweet as she was. After talking for a bit, she shared that their doctor gives him two more years to live. He’s 5 and suffers from cystic fibrosis.  I was taken aback as they both seemed so gregarious and happy. I asked her how she copes. She told me that in the beginning, it was very difficult, but because of her son’s strength, she’s ok with it now. She believes her son is her greatest teacher and that she still has more to learn from him before he leaves.

As the evening went on, I admired the women, one by one. Each one so lovely and strong in her own way. Arima was there with her daughters, sharing Christmas Eve with us even though she’s no longer at Buen Pastor. It was good to see Arima and her girls luminous and laughing. There are two new women, both 15 years old, each mother to a small, beautiful child. They giggled with Isabel, a new girl at the internado who has no family to care for her on the weekends. Isabel had been helping with the tamales and watching the little ones all day. She’s gaining self respect as the woman recognize and appreciate her helpfulness.

The biggest surprise was M. When she first came to Buen Pastor, she kept to herself, shied away from everyone, kept her eyes lowered, her shoulders hunched, tried to be invisible, and shrunk back when anyone touched her. Her 1 year old daughter shared many of her characteristics. But on Christmas Eve, she was joking with the madres, talking loudly at the center of the table,  and playing with her daughter who was equally buoyant. I couldn’t believe the transformation.

All the little ones received balls from Madre Lourdes. They lined up at the bottom of the stairs to throw them up, wait for them to come down, and would do it again. We passed around atole and ponche, shared stories, trying to talk above the bouncing balls.  When it was time to leave, I gave all the women a hug, avoiding M so as not to startle her. You can imagine my surprise when she stood in front of me as I turned to leave and said, “Hey, what about me?”

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Seasons Greetings!

Happy Holidays! I’m spending the next couple of days in San Miguel with F’s family. So I’m signing off until then, but not before I wish you peace, joy, and goodwill towards all. I’m excited about 2010 and hope you are too.

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Morning ritual

After I say goodbye to F, I watch him walk down our hill to the panoramica. Then I follow him all the way until he turns the corner.  Maybe one day I will tell him I do this so he can wave back as he disappears for the work day.

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Red car

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Black Cat

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Getaway

We’re all breathing a huge sigh of relief and grateful that Ricardo, F’s 14 year old nephew is safely at home with his family. Friday evening, Rica and his friend were walking past the Mercado de Abastos de Celaya where they live.  There was a van parked and a man loading goods into the van.  He asked Rica and his friend if they could help him finish loading the van. The boys agreed. When finished, another man appeared (apparently, he was with the first man) and asked if the boys knew where the closest panaderia (bakery) was.  The boys started to give directions, but the men asked if they could just get in the van and direct them on the road. Rica felt something was wrong, looked at his friend, and the two boys bolted in different directions. The men chased them! Fortunately, the boys got away.

Modern day slavery is real.  The International Labor Organization estimates 2.4 million people were victims of human trafficking from 1995-2005. The U.S. Department of State estimates that 1 million children are exploited each year for global commercial sex trade. We don’t know where Rica would have ended up… we just feel so fortunate he’s not a statistic today.

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Concierto Navideño

It’s so much fun to watch the Buen Pastor girls sing. They’re enthusiastic. They move. They laugh! Yesterday, they sang for their families who come to pick them up Friday afternoons. This is my third concert and the first time I’ve been able to sit through dry eyed.

One of the girls, however, cried the entire concert.  She was sobbing so hard, for a moment I thought it would be better to remove her and comfort her.  When the concert ended, she ran into my arms and I asked her why she had been crying.  She told me that she misses her mother. Her mother and father died four years ago.

Sometimes I feel there is so much joy at Buen Pastor because there is so much pain.

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Portero

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Tree in Leon

It rained almost all day yesterday.

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Water

The City turned on the water in our section yesterday.  It took until 4PM for the pressure to build back enough in order to receive water. Since a neighbor’s boy burned our water pipe over the weekend and drained our reserve tank, we had muddy water coming from our pipes for a bit.  We saved all of it to use to flush the toilet next time we’re without water.  A shower last night was a luxury. The gift of soft rain early this morning sounded like an orchestra.

The water ration is supposed to last for months, possibly until July.  3 days a week, the City will turn off water to our section.  We’ll adjust.  We’ve starting saving every drop of water we can to reuse, and using less than we already do… for instance, shutting off water when lathering shampoo or shaving.  Always keep it off when brushing teeth until the very end. Capturing cold water in a bucket to reuse elsewhere before the hot water for a shower comes in. Little things add up. I’ll never take water for granted again.

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Chairs

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Shortcut

This bridge goes over structures from an old hacienda miners used to live in.  You can see the mine, Mineral de Cata, in the distance.

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Our Lady Of Guadalupe

F and I had dinner here the other night. Two tortas and a couple of Boings. The owner makes a memorable herbed cheese bread with nuts, and another multigrain bread that’s dense, packed with flavor and a meal all in itself.

Yesterday, Mexico celebrated Our Lady of Guadalupe. The streets were filled with “pilgrims” offering baskets of eggs and vegetables to the Virgin. There was a parade, dancers, marching bands, little boys with penciled in mustaches and girls wearing traditional clothing. Calzada de Guadalupe was lined from top to bottom with vendors selling hot dogs, hamburgers, shrimp cocktail, fried pig skin with salsa, fruit, peanuts soaked in vinegar, chicken feet, pork feet, ice cream, cactus with vinegar, and more. Pilgrims inched along, making their way up the Calzada and streaming into the Igelsia de Guadalupe where all the pews had been removed and an enormous shrine had been set up in her honor.

The scene was a little overwhelming. All my sensory inputs were on overload. Sounds of firecrackers blasting and dogs barking.  Music from every corner. All the colors… scarfs, big beautiful eyes, flashes of food… the smells, then a marching band. Crowds.  I couldn’t manage to document this with a camera as it was just too wonderful taking it all in, this stream of humanity and celebration. I absolutely love Mexico.

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Pastita Walker

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Books, Glasses & Health

Whenever Sara sees me, she always asks for a book. I love that she loves reading so much. I only wish I could take her to the kind of library I had access to when I was her age.  I used to spend entire afternoons in a corner, buried in a book. She shares the same appetite for reading. Yesterday, I presented her with C. S. Lewis.
She had heard of his work before and was very excited to start reading.  She’s coming down with the same thing I had, so she’ll be spending the weekend in bed with The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. She’s never going to want it to end.
 

Thanks to a gracious friend in Iowa, Carmen and Brenda have glasses!  They ran over to model them for me yesterday and told me how they can see everything! I’m relieved they can see the chalkboard in class.  Two more girls will be going next week to pick up their glasses.  It’s pretty great that someone unknown to these girls has made such a difference in their lives by gifting them with vision.
 

And then there’s Cynthia from Norwich, Vermont.  Cynthia is a Nurse Midwife and has been volunteering at Buen Pastor since September.  She started with the women in the shelter, offering breast exams and teaching a health class.  She has designed a women’s health curriculum in Spanish that she offers in three locations, one of them at Buen Pastor. 

Just recently, the madres asked her to work with the girls. She’ll be offering them a modified health class which will cover topics such as anatomy, menustration, drugs, violence, nutrition, exercise, sexuality, contraception, and relationships! Through her physical, dental, and vision exams, she’s identified girls that require glasses and cavities that need removing. Given her compassion and her skill set, she’s been a great gift to the women and girls at Buen Pastor.

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