tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977390599839843612024-03-05T05:01:21.919-08:00NAMASTEA Look at My Trip to NepalMiss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-59912011628707550532010-08-02T21:04:00.001-07:002010-08-02T21:07:55.657-07:00No!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbibriOqnQ7zxu8Prh6I5IcaPKuh0qih5ttynTKXWAV-z2asqrQo7L5ieAaBNLYR2rUwB_iuJiXSYyPTwOZloM2cSMRAWO4hicTod8SxyKlrZqxQjA-m_2NGVP7OQFmYsuko5rlnL088Y1/s1600/GitaWebPic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbibriOqnQ7zxu8Prh6I5IcaPKuh0qih5ttynTKXWAV-z2asqrQo7L5ieAaBNLYR2rUwB_iuJiXSYyPTwOZloM2cSMRAWO4hicTod8SxyKlrZqxQjA-m_2NGVP7OQFmYsuko5rlnL088Y1/s320/GitaWebPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501029843407529570" border="0" /></a>I just got this pic today (funny timing).<br /><br />This is the exact face Gita makes when you ask her to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star... right before she yells, "No!"<br /><br />I knew I liked her for a reason!Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-41906589013113774502010-08-02T16:09:00.000-07:002010-08-02T16:25:10.805-07:00Growing Faster than Weeds<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItPkNmLmnew3zknoHBMl8BJi2O9ee0CongdMByYzDg5Xj2M_SawEpHRg84QCGMFi217VIOUc7LWbz6aiTUt1pqZy2UEKYdS1iuHsPAOibGoIA4gqH5YB-EveDWpznawFxlMsmhTx7ERJK/s1600/Gitanew6"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_TLz_HyYRyZtnwVP7oShO-QPY-0G7QRRsmuKvRyF7KQZCkUy0kMbpnq6BQywmrh1WvL7fK_pdGKWKKy2Qj9JD_2ada8uXQYxM-_F_yfxUUC8Pgtvz5K0nBt8Lw-d4JA1bAJ0trmbq92h/s320/Gitanew3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500956212653150130" border="0" /></a>Not sure when this was taken, but I'm guessing Fall since her hair is still quite short.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1cMoty-ZeKfmFHPe7izVXV3kSPvtUL13Kgvxiv51J8uNv09I_kUcdmgvKKVk89Gs4_4OpfQJKpuHOELkGPjefztVQLJMkGW9JoB8jpPqcoL6VzUZ2Tr4FoPBOECXvJpub-e5-fQVa391/s1600/Valentines+Day+2010+090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1cMoty-ZeKfmFHPe7izVXV3kSPvtUL13Kgvxiv51J8uNv09I_kUcdmgvKKVk89Gs4_4OpfQJKpuHOELkGPjefztVQLJMkGW9JoB8jpPqcoL6VzUZ2Tr4FoPBOECXvJpub-e5-fQVa391/s320/Valentines+Day+2010+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500956202370702370" border="0" /></a>Valentine's Day 2010<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUB-yuW4h8clLWoDDNQky1wXAUmi6UhYghgz4-VB2eHcznjBnunQXIV96E1XbjHGWzgFB_NNLNBfJJZt_aCw5Ed8eH7YjGHwPNU4_hHcptiyU12-J2rkmWED6KVZH9C6a_Xz0r6w2ruePs/s1600/IMG_0892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUB-yuW4h8clLWoDDNQky1wXAUmi6UhYghgz4-VB2eHcznjBnunQXIV96E1XbjHGWzgFB_NNLNBfJJZt_aCw5Ed8eH7YjGHwPNU4_hHcptiyU12-J2rkmWED6KVZH9C6a_Xz0r6w2ruePs/s320/IMG_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500956197470536802" border="0" /></a>My Christmas present to Gita.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIvCE-7nUdCYeUsWSZsDm3PpHEwaEGY42tUPBWure0-HqBaW6s8Yax4H3wWjpuHFR5abQlcSjjpjJtZVFTnnwWn-23ksJ5JJvze3udcNd52jDLVpu-1BWw5dAcRCExgzPrVtpujLzxB4v/s1600/gitanew9"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIvCE-7nUdCYeUsWSZsDm3PpHEwaEGY42tUPBWure0-HqBaW6s8Yax4H3wWjpuHFR5abQlcSjjpjJtZVFTnnwWn-23ksJ5JJvze3udcNd52jDLVpu-1BWw5dAcRCExgzPrVtpujLzxB4v/s320/gitanew9" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500955468273813746" border="0" /></a>Michael has been updating me here and there about Gita and I'm happy to report it's all good news. She has lots of friends in Kathmandu and is enjoying school. It's been almost exactly a year since I've seen her, and she's aged years. She's actually looking like a 10 year old. It's amazing what substantial food, friends, an education and some TLC can do, and it's shocking how apparent it is in the pictures Michael sends. Go back to my first posts from Nepal and look at her pictures there, then scroll back to the ones above, you can see for yourself...<br /><br />Cheers to good health and friends!<br />Laura<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-78148412931428344282010-08-02T15:59:00.000-07:002010-08-02T16:09:26.025-07:00A Pool Present<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMWemzvb21SLvd6pD0X9e9Mt3Y4VAeeEOiERlzA00CX4VBJcLma9UE8O-Kqt0IQolL1T961ikyFN5tyCTrzqoqOFrj0irVzjo83YMQW9Acx4P_a-xSFFgPp1XW5DY8u0Uql1T8naDujOz/s1600/NOH+Swim2"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMWemzvb21SLvd6pD0X9e9Mt3Y4VAeeEOiERlzA00CX4VBJcLma9UE8O-Kqt0IQolL1T961ikyFN5tyCTrzqoqOFrj0irVzjo83YMQW9Acx4P_a-xSFFgPp1XW5DY8u0Uql1T8naDujOz/s320/NOH+Swim2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500952465506655026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">As our wedding present to the Kids of NOH, Justin and I rented a pool in Kathmandu for a day of swimming, friends and a special lunch. We heard the party was a hit and all of the kids had a great time. Swimming was the one thing we were missing at our reception! I just wish we could have been there...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A HUGE thanks to Michael for doing all the planning and dirty work to make it happen.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Happy Wedding to Us!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Smiles, </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Laura</span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-7983073701052304882010-04-25T08:25:00.000-07:002010-04-25T08:34:15.972-07:00You're Famous! Driftwood Dash on YouTube<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu6hBmcWfaUgxXR5mF_eouriAQaN_fJZ3tiBjgj43LZv3r6jo5kHT_w3VmktECmqh94XNrVdDeHemohCm9wnbhwCXIFVydnKOdJe7_NvhTYl8y07NylK_pTZ4tqIBuho2IjR0v43CSe0l/s1600/P1020610.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu6hBmcWfaUgxXR5mF_eouriAQaN_fJZ3tiBjgj43LZv3r6jo5kHT_w3VmktECmqh94XNrVdDeHemohCm9wnbhwCXIFVydnKOdJe7_NvhTYl8y07NylK_pTZ4tqIBuho2IjR0v43CSe0l/s320/P1020610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464097709459113794" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You're famous!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Not really, but there are probably lots of sweaty pictures of you on the slide show...</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Check out the </span><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lff3cnI0o8">2010 Driftwood Dash on YouTube!</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Enjoy!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Laura</span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-37218108939169708602010-04-22T07:30:00.048-07:002010-04-25T08:35:22.123-07:00Run Times!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPs3rwIXqObbUltR5cs_TzcDtpM5QVUjdVEkZz-yBOha3A7JxX70c88mI-mZyeF48tMV8YtvIITGnlxIHWKuHURWZGCaHUycBGGKy02jAGHDBfUobBRR-0EW258m47XcBdiWnXFHkjyts/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Participating in Spirit</p> <ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><li>Justin Nimick</li><li>Laura Handy </li><li>Dawn Taylor</li><li>Lee Howard</li><li>Chris Nimick</li><li>Will & Denise Stocking</li><li>Justin Lagers</li><li>Diane Rodman</li><li>Bryan Brown</li><li>Andrea Johnson</li></ul> <!--EndFragment--> Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-71122336656882524462010-04-21T21:21:00.001-07:002010-04-21T21:38:43.998-07:00$1800 Worth of Thank You!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggB9EJprf05JFbjMv0h7M9GXqxZm57-ePz9Bl411a4_4pkiwJm_AySPlRHv4zipiciCM78509UkzWK-bjY5z9mrPdsV44RsTT-15jtb3v85RZoaRDPcOoFsRS_JX8U7eXwX-sN02Ka2h1k/s1600/DSC_0531.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggB9EJprf05JFbjMv0h7M9GXqxZm57-ePz9Bl411a4_4pkiwJm_AySPlRHv4zipiciCM78509UkzWK-bjY5z9mrPdsV44RsTT-15jtb3v85RZoaRDPcOoFsRS_JX8U7eXwX-sN02Ka2h1k/s320/DSC_0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462812733247937762" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You volunteered.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You donated.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You walked.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You ran.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You sweat.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You won prizes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You raised more than $1800 to improve the lives of needy children in Nepal!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >THANK YOU!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" >A huge thank you to all of our sponsors and everyone who participated and donated to the First Annual Driftwood Dash 5k! Justin and I appreciate everyone's support and enthusiasm for this event. We had a great time running it and hope everyone had an even better time participating. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" >Those of you who know me know I don't cry easily. While I was in Nepal I faced pollution, poverty and forces of nature I couldn't have imagined and never shed a tear, but the tears snuck up on me as I added up all the donations. Never having been to Nepal or volunteered for NOH it might be hard to imagine what this money will do, but I can tell you that it will go far and every penny is greatly needed and appreciated.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" >Thank you again for your participation and support. The <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Second Annual Driftwood Dash</span> will be even better! Start training for next year...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" >In Gratitude,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" >Laura</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" >PS. Run times and a photo/video slide show to follow in the next few days. Stay tuned.</span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-19094068786643344752010-03-15T16:25:00.000-07:002010-04-11T18:33:12.906-07:00Driftwood Dash 5K Run/Walk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXLzkSnrw1gpv2u5CtF-yMxAy0JCP8oYZDWV3BtZoVSTBEa8zBMRAVPs-sWtDey22cBpo5IHiMYPxzrFn1OHx5gs2OQu3XE94xFL8nwvekAEhl9FvfayC4z4iWsO6TplzyTXYS4DehyphenhyphenfR/s1600-h/NOHLogo"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXLzkSnrw1gpv2u5CtF-yMxAy0JCP8oYZDWV3BtZoVSTBEa8zBMRAVPs-sWtDey22cBpo5IHiMYPxzrFn1OHx5gs2OQu3XE94xFL8nwvekAEhl9FvfayC4z4iWsO6TplzyTXYS4DehyphenhyphenfR/s320/NOHLogo" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449006197485020754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >Hi There!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >I hope you will consider joining us for the First Annual Driftwood Dash 5K Run/Walk on April 17th, 2010!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >ALL profits benefit Nepal Orphans Home (NOH), a not for profit organization committed to improving the lives of ex-kamlari (slave caste) girls and other orphaned children in Nepal. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >I spent a month in Nepal last summer volunteering for NOH and came back determined to help this organization grow. The poverty in Nepal has a crippling effect on families and children and I saw first hand how the volunteers and employees of NOH change lives. Read my blog (below) to learn more about my trip to Nepal and Nepal Orphans Home. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >I hope you'll be able to join us in April!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >My Best,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >Laura</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" >THE DETAILS!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;">Date: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Saturday, April 17, 2010</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Time: </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">8:00 am: Late Registration & Packet Pick-Up</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > 9:00 am: Kids Run</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > 9:30 am: 5K Run/Walk</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > 10:30 am: Raffle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Price: </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Pre-Register by April 5, 2010: $25</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > (includes event t-shirt)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > Late Registration after April 5, 2010: $20 (no event t-shirt)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > Kids: Free!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" > Donations: Of Course! You don't have to run to make a contribution.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Where: Driftwood Point Park</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >Since the park has no official address (I know, really?) follow these directions or drop me an email and I baby step you there.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br />Take Sumner-Tapps Highway to Driftwood Drive, follow until you end at the park. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >REGISTRATION FORMS</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >It never occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to attach/link a PDF to my blog, but apparently I can't (or just don't know how). So, if you want a registration form drop me an email and I'll shoot one over to you!</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > LHandy17@gmail.com</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Other Stuff: </span><br /><ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><li>All entrants will receive a raffle ticket to win great prizes from our sponsors. Additional raffle tickets will be sold at the registration table for $1.00 or 7 tickets for $5.00. All proceeds from the raffle go directly to Nepal Orphans Home.</li></ul> <ul face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><li>Since this is my first year organizing this type of event, I didn't want to get in over my head. Therefore, this event will be UNOFFICIALLY TIMED. It's not the Boston Marathon so I didn't think anyone would be too upset. However, your unofficial times will be posted here after the race.</li></ul> <ul face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Oh, yeah and the Driftwood Dash</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">isn't exactly a 5K...but it's really close.</span></span></li></ul> <ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;">MAKE ALL CHECKS PAYABLE TO NEPAL ORPHANS HOME. </span></li></ul><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A huge THANK YOU to our SPONSORS!</span></span><br /><ul><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mt. Tahoma Fitness -Lakeland, Auburn, WA</span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Edge Hot Yoga Studio, Puyallup, WA<br /></span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Puyallup Playcare Center, Puyallup, WA</span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Forest Canyon Coffee, Lake Tapps, WA<br /></span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Salon Bella Dea, Auburn, WA</span></li><li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">H & S Printworks, Puyallup, WA<br /></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" >ExploreNewHomes.com, Pierce County, WA</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Driftwood Point Home Owners Association, Lake Tapps, WA</span><br /></span></li></ul><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >Come out and run (or walk) with us. It's a good time for a great cause!</span><br /></span></div>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-2171564703223008472009-12-08T13:37:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:49:06.024-08:00Finally, an Update!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNDFLkMQdcuKJpsJBAgjnzWoEQgalx7dzhOxZvCvx7DFvRXQj2cGaybiynaQNBBkAP3ETylwcKI4eC8LR0wNktTZ5rSCIWML3Xugc6Z_T3KajuG-ZXJ4E3Ez7ieMfXCsdHsc0i0tCg1xz/s1600-h/GitaPic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNDFLkMQdcuKJpsJBAgjnzWoEQgalx7dzhOxZvCvx7DFvRXQj2cGaybiynaQNBBkAP3ETylwcKI4eC8LR0wNktTZ5rSCIWML3Xugc6Z_T3KajuG-ZXJ4E3Ez7ieMfXCsdHsc0i0tCg1xz/s320/GitaPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412983162464716194" border="0" /></a>Gita is doing well in Kathmandu (she is the one in blue). Michael says she is well adjusted and making lots of friends. He described her as outgoing but independent, which is dead-on. She recently volunteered to move from Papa's House (the original orphanage) to the new orphanage down the street to help the new girls from Narti get adjusted. Some of her friends and "sisters" were coming from Narti so I'm sure she was excited to be reunited and living with them again. I'm supposed to get a copy of her VERY FIRST report card sometime in the next few weeks. Michael says she is doing well in school and seems to be picking her lessons up quickly. I can't wait to go back and see how much she's learned. When I met her in Narti she didn't know how to hold a pencil, write, color or even draw. It never occurred to me that a child had to be <span style="font-style: italic;">taught</span> how to color and play, especially at nine years old.<br /><br />Jesse is going back to visit over the holidays and he is bringing all of the children (132 of them in Kathmandu now!) temporary tattoos from me and special gift for Gita. I've written the children letters a few times and they all seem to make there eventually, but sending gifts is out of the question, so I'm very excited.<br /><br />I'm still working on setting up a fundraiser or two and have two ideas I'd really like to put into action, but the details are still foggy. I'll post my action plan SOON to get these fundraisers up and running for those who are interested in participating.<br /><br />Wishing you a Healthy and Happy Holiday season!<br />LauraMiss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-39663349663930008472009-08-12T17:16:00.000-07:002009-08-17T22:23:34.115-07:00Gita-Gita-Bo-Bita!<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Just a quick update on Gita. I wasn't able to smuggle her home in my luggage (I tried!), so I've been getting updates on her from Michael. She's too cute not to share...</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7H37Z6K5ZbZ5PqTpvZ-lseTzVsu821nesdjgsm5GGz9YsT3O50uCRD2BkJjDOXxtSjuHfGwdcBnlpUanjlMDnnEdSpzecMqnhIbVroq7Zk6P8ZYzkHPczg29TcoUukNUsvU_MzQJSOhL/s1600-h/GitaDress"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7H37Z6K5ZbZ5PqTpvZ-lseTzVsu821nesdjgsm5GGz9YsT3O50uCRD2BkJjDOXxtSjuHfGwdcBnlpUanjlMDnnEdSpzecMqnhIbVroq7Zk6P8ZYzkHPczg29TcoUukNUsvU_MzQJSOhL/s320/GitaDress" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369239184631688018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Gita in her new dress. She could be my flowergirl in that dress! </span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6b-FFiUc6LMLFX-GkEK5tiEYyJVlODnrrV2s5XWef9KFCsEbjoigU1_SCWsCEP0rZAmMlD9gO24HSOi_tjWIxJBLu1Xn0eALyz48QxoCZP228b-4hO3KYP5131S_I5LNGFINsHsp2YtAu/s1600-h/GitaGifts2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6b-FFiUc6LMLFX-GkEK5tiEYyJVlODnrrV2s5XWef9KFCsEbjoigU1_SCWsCEP0rZAmMlD9gO24HSOi_tjWIxJBLu1Xn0eALyz48QxoCZP228b-4hO3KYP5131S_I5LNGFINsHsp2YtAu/s320/GitaGifts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369239176117594978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Gita opening the stickerbook I bought for her before I left. Michael gave her my gifts when she arrived in Kathmandu.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8nvQ5wbA5iccm1nQ1EUE7W-g1ACprTtOkB4ysiTPNCJpUs2tEDF1ELQqEx_OVuqas7r73n-vzNNrGFqHWDH9L3cXVlYXSuDDDZDjBzWsjSdC74j5tC8N4alIDCccuv1rBvgp8NXoyMOJ/s1600-h/GitaGifts1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8nvQ5wbA5iccm1nQ1EUE7W-g1ACprTtOkB4ysiTPNCJpUs2tEDF1ELQqEx_OVuqas7r73n-vzNNrGFqHWDH9L3cXVlYXSuDDDZDjBzWsjSdC74j5tC8N4alIDCccuv1rBvgp8NXoyMOJ/s320/GitaGifts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369239173504796402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Gita looking through the barbie photo album I left for her filled with pictures of us, her drawing and painting and her friends in Narti.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As you've read I fell in love with a little girl named Gita while I was in Narti. Since returning from Nepal, Gita has been moved from the village orphanage in Narti, to one of the large orphanages in Kathmandu. She gladly accepted the offer to move to Kathmandu where she'll receive more structure, better care, access to healthcare (including braces) and go to a much better school. Michael (the founder of the organization) has sent me a few pictures and emails updating me on her status. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Before moving to Kathmandu Gita's history was documented for her records in the SWAN office. She was newly rescued when I arrived in Narti and this hadn't been done yet. According to Gita she is about 9 years old (the Kamlari girls don't know their birthdays because nobody cared enough to keep track) and was born in India. Her parents came to Nepal when she was a toddler with her and her brother. She was sold into slavery and the rest of her family moved back to India. Boys are rarely sold into the Kamlari system because they become the care-taker and bread winner when the parents become to old to work. Gita believes she lived as a Kamlari for 4-5 years before being rescued by SWAN. Technically she is considered an orphan because her parents left the country (children who are sold anre NOT seen or treated as orphans in the legal system), but it is unclear at this time whether she is considered a Nepali or Indian citizen. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Michael said Gita is loving Kathmandu and has a "bit of magic to her", as she is in awe of her surroundings. When the girls get to Kathmandu they are taken to get a new outfit and Gita chose to buy a white (eek! Who let her buy white?!) dress. She had two outfits with her when she arrived that were both very worn hand-me-downs. The new dress was a special treat and I'm sure the trip to the city was nothing she'd ever imagined. The first three days I spent in Kathmandu about put me in shock, now imagine a little girl who has never been outside her village, seen running water, let alone large buildings, extreme noise and traffic jams. I'm not sure whether to feel excited or scared for her! Jesse (the volunteer I went to Narti with) was in Kathmandu for a few days with her before he went home. He said the first day of school they tried to put her hair into two tiny ponytails, with no success. They finally resorted to one tiny pony on the top of her head. All the girls wear yellow bows to school and Jesse said Gita looked like an excited unicorn with a giant yellow bow on her first day of school. See, she does need me for something. Now who is going to put her hair in two ponytails? They should have let me sneak her through customs.<br /><br />Anyway, enjoy the pictures and I'll keep you updated on her, should anything new or exciting arise.</span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-14467315169055735282009-08-12T16:45:00.001-07:002009-08-17T22:24:51.222-07:00The Nepal List<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOE1qgAS_JhLvV4CtpSvL3F4iMEjkNjgBPPqU5jC5V_VTZNxHQKwa_NZa0u-QLnm7puHd1kkG8ZZR1nu2-_YUjMzZTLuK-orlyS-C4XG6CSOqA9ooe1jN-OJK5oPioG5SosL_rBfshjstk/s1600-h/P7080527.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOE1qgAS_JhLvV4CtpSvL3F4iMEjkNjgBPPqU5jC5V_VTZNxHQKwa_NZa0u-QLnm7puHd1kkG8ZZR1nu2-_YUjMzZTLuK-orlyS-C4XG6CSOqA9ooe1jN-OJK5oPioG5SosL_rBfshjstk/s320/P7080527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369234376483372178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">It is only fitting that I post my "final thoughts" about this trip, especially since I've had some time to think about everything and put it in perspective. For some reason a list feels like a good idea.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />THE NEPAL LIST<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">1. Poverty is nothing we can imagine in the US. It is so much bigger than our version of poverty.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">2. Pollution in a third world country is life threatening on a daily basis. Piles of black, rotting garbage lining the street run into the small, local rivers that run through the city every time in rains. Water trucks pump water from the rivers, which are also surrounded by mountains of garbage.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />3. Be thankful for garbage services, especially recycling!</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">4. Respect for living things (including the earth) is cultural and learned.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />5. If a woman is sitting on the floor of a packed bus with a newborn infant, you should give her your seat.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">6. People in poverty don't have the luxury of wearing clothes to match the season. Wearing t-shirts and shorts in 100 degree weather is a true luxury.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7. Running water is heaven. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />8. Smiles and nods go a LONG way.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />9. Spend time with your family, no matter what. I realized how much I need them when I was half way around the world.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />10. I learned to be truly independent. Relying on a phone call or email to cheer me up did the opposite when the power was out- I had to FIND ways to cope all on my own.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />11. You'll care about something more if you actually see and experience it. I've given money to MANY charities in the past, but never really experienced what the money was going towards. Going to Nepal, working in the orphanages, and living the lifestyle makes me care about helping the kids and people of Nepal more than if I hadn't been there. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />12. Give time and if you can't give that give money. A little money goes a long way if given to the right cause.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">13. Dogs without owners bark more at night. Adopt a dog for everyone's sanity.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />14. In countries where they don't eat cow, they eat goat. It's just as gross.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />15. There is no Tofu in Nepal even though soy beans are grown just outside Nepal in China. It's too expensive. Being vegetarian means rice, rice, rice, and vegetables.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />16. Don't go to Nepal if you can't eat curry. You will starve.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />17. Note to self: I don't get sick eating the food in Nepal, I get sick readjusting to the food here when I come back. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />18. The idea that teachers shouldn't hug kids (especially elementary school teachers) because they could be accused of inappropriate touching is BS. The kids I worked with wanted and needed hugs every chance they could get. Hugs are therapeutic and some kids need them more than others. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />19. It is possible to fit 31 people in a Toyota van. I have proof.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />20. Always take Tylenol PM on long flights. Always.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">21. Thank God I grew up camping and pooping in the woods. At least I had that going for me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">22. No matter how much you want to take a kid home (Gita!), someone will stop you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I have so many stories and things to say about my time in Nepal that I find it hard to sort it all out in my head. Overall, my trip was one of the best things I've ever done in my life. When people ask, "How was your trip?" all I can say is hard, but amazing. The environment was harsh and shocking, but the kids were amazing and all of the people were so nice. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I went to a third world country and I came back wanting to go back for more. That says it all.</span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-16207767050309623962009-08-12T16:19:00.000-07:002009-08-12T16:43:34.117-07:00Finally, More Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyqXE603XbIF7o2i_jgXleFuYkF-wC3seNnEVkPS6W5uF4Teo_5eZUUFqdpYXA8FwGc8yt68IgbaQ98rS9PDYpZi37JjbRTYEONVzSJjslw7gQj_DLJCQ8LR2_tkQFfrF8TrTlFbimWb2/s1600-h/GitaGifts2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyqXE603XbIF7o2i_jgXleFuYkF-wC3seNnEVkPS6W5uF4Teo_5eZUUFqdpYXA8FwGc8yt68IgbaQ98rS9PDYpZi37JjbRTYEONVzSJjslw7gQj_DLJCQ8LR2_tkQFfrF8TrTlFbimWb2/s320/GitaGifts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369223495681747922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">I've been home for almost a month now and am just now getting around to posting a few more pictures. Enjoy these and I'll post some "final thoughts" about my trip soon. Keep checking back, I'm hoping to host a fundraiser for the Nepal Orphans Home soon. -Laura</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzaW4LDk4icFReQM4ClgCpGU9bRlYPglqtM93pGRdPgBn0wRYmnCHDWu4HDurzgzE7bOqJbDoXEIRYsy-R5h8XNA45Q8WR_cZwebwoIulgPdOZiyG2rJgsL4I3TAhQcILCjkryEM9FjzZ/s1600-h/CabRide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzaW4LDk4icFReQM4ClgCpGU9bRlYPglqtM93pGRdPgBn0wRYmnCHDWu4HDurzgzE7bOqJbDoXEIRYsy-R5h8XNA45Q8WR_cZwebwoIulgPdOZiyG2rJgsL4I3TAhQcILCjkryEM9FjzZ/s320/CabRide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369223484042055042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">Jesse, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aleisha</span> and I cram into a cab to avoid a down poor with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Vinod</span> (front seat), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Aleisha's</span> Nepalese boyfriend. They are the nicest people I've ever met.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDX6lCgltHI3y7zfNZp0GD5LUPm-arYcZhXOnOZGImxfOlC1RXb8_lFXL0g2LHvDU1ISmO3B9CD_LbQ2queYufbeJy9KZ7qoAXomUnwblb-UfEWla1v3RxsUKntVrtWpUPUt6YNL-ypnrb/s1600-h/IMG_0243_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDX6lCgltHI3y7zfNZp0GD5LUPm-arYcZhXOnOZGImxfOlC1RXb8_lFXL0g2LHvDU1ISmO3B9CD_LbQ2queYufbeJy9KZ7qoAXomUnwblb-UfEWla1v3RxsUKntVrtWpUPUt6YNL-ypnrb/s320/IMG_0243_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369222882575555458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gita</span> and I trying to hide from the heat in the middle of the day. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Narti</span>, Nepal</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2P_ddXPFP3B7nhkZvEb4aPvS7KwLK_uGLugFm1L-6PL7uVrSzeDpJQyP0B_S8eVwbN_lPa_pe0vGiDxOOF5enCIxpezUsC1RmdnQ_QkBPmJ5cl1r0fsWbLNKTdpmFs_edia7i24cR1T4/s1600-h/IMG_0238_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2P_ddXPFP3B7nhkZvEb4aPvS7KwLK_uGLugFm1L-6PL7uVrSzeDpJQyP0B_S8eVwbN_lPa_pe0vGiDxOOF5enCIxpezUsC1RmdnQ_QkBPmJ5cl1r0fsWbLNKTdpmFs_edia7i24cR1T4/s320/IMG_0238_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369222868924246978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">The girls learn to paint for the first time. They loved it, but many were intimidated at first. Some of the girls took 3-4 hours to complete their art.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wDXNrbWhZoM89xrTuyJ3tULgriobRItF-Pwvt5bBidIQyxzKr1IfVBs6HjybzVKcQ8rSD45HnXf1Lkr6X9eJLSfv-N4tNCPm8fO4gRGkrv-cZLpetuSs2OjtCteOarOnPEOCJQ9lCEUu/s1600-h/P6300348.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wDXNrbWhZoM89xrTuyJ3tULgriobRItF-Pwvt5bBidIQyxzKr1IfVBs6HjybzVKcQ8rSD45HnXf1Lkr6X9eJLSfv-N4tNCPm8fO4gRGkrv-cZLpetuSs2OjtCteOarOnPEOCJQ9lCEUu/s320/P6300348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369222859573295394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">I visited the family of a girl I met at the hostel. She was visiting a friend at the hostel and invited me to stay with her in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lamahi</span>, a nearby village. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Laxmi's</span> mother is on the right along with her cousin and her baby.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSj0IehBDOEkZa-lZj3HrR0BSARnQoiKWK1h38C39peErjrZUceTFCx0xdrEw5dPiLtOSDKQSj61I_CsNWkKgSKnmE-oeteLcQ9g4V0UlTV838WldLQlq2bTZ-NAfJFkKsZRVrkVGwkImf/s1600-h/P6260243.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSj0IehBDOEkZa-lZj3HrR0BSARnQoiKWK1h38C39peErjrZUceTFCx0xdrEw5dPiLtOSDKQSj61I_CsNWkKgSKnmE-oeteLcQ9g4V0UlTV838WldLQlq2bTZ-NAfJFkKsZRVrkVGwkImf/s320/P6260243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369222844722866274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">A scene from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Narti</span>. The village is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">minimistically</span> beautiful, but speaks to the poverty level.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Xq3pdhSffyHNX4jn8kbBYejaepnxi_VV5aVyQZ94fqDTWR1FP9B8Cxsd5pybybuGLXDT0bAYH-2T2FF6LOfwSrUAOzpeLUCDrrqciC_bH6a2QOVFsEwZKhj8Tx3OUuhUfFegm5aMF4AS/s1600-h/P7120655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Xq3pdhSffyHNX4jn8kbBYejaepnxi_VV5aVyQZ94fqDTWR1FP9B8Cxsd5pybybuGLXDT0bAYH-2T2FF6LOfwSrUAOzpeLUCDrrqciC_bH6a2QOVFsEwZKhj8Tx3OUuhUfFegm5aMF4AS/s320/P7120655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369222056212862482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">As I mentioned before, I got a souvenir. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">tatoo</span> means "Lucky One" and is written in Nepali. </span><br /></div>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-59485591899415714532009-07-18T13:26:00.000-07:002009-08-12T16:19:05.886-07:00I Came Home to Surprises!<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCi6WMZ8qesYBfHYjdaAmp4lIKdHnYZvXR8HMluO9-OJ1hsVUT408NAjCz7ImZOM-yT9zQw_ObRZtvq4pTtx4H9fQm6CBuyJhSfxHLI0Vq5z7tOKhrn9yooqNmyq-3iTdlTGSam6kquYre/s1600-h/P7170005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCi6WMZ8qesYBfHYjdaAmp4lIKdHnYZvXR8HMluO9-OJ1hsVUT408NAjCz7ImZOM-yT9zQw_ObRZtvq4pTtx4H9fQm6CBuyJhSfxHLI0Vq5z7tOKhrn9yooqNmyq-3iTdlTGSam6kquYre/s200/P7170005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359901556598420898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hi all, I'm home and am just getting a bearing on the time change, but still don't have my head wrapped around my trip yet. Maddie (my dog) went missing while I was gone and I've been readjusting to the time change, so I haven't had time to think much. Over the next week or so I'll write a final reflection of my trip. But, in the mean time, I have good news.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday was my 28th Birthday, and the day I got engaged.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday I went to lunch with Mom and Kara for my birthday. I came home around 3 and Justin met me in the driveway and covered my eyes as we came into the house. When I opened them there was a Noble Christmas tree fully decorated with lights and all, included about 70 pictures from over the past four years we've been together. I just thought is was a very creative birthday present, since Justin knows I love Christmas and pictures. I said, "Wow, it is like Christmas in July! Thank you!" and wondered around the tree a few times looking at the pictures. Finally, Justin pulled me away from the tree and said something to the extent of "Ever since the Christmas we met my life has been amazing and I love you so much...(there was more, but it's a little hazy)" and I was saying things like, "Aw, I feel the same way" and "me too" never suspecting this was a proposal. We've been apart for a month while I was gone and have been disgustingly affectionate over the past two days because of it, so I didn't think anything of it. Justin also has a strict policy about mixing occasions, so I never suspected a proposal on my birthday. I looked up and he was crying and he said, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you" and was shoving a ring (gorgeous!) on my finger. At that point I just kept saying "Oh my God, Oh my God." We hugged for a minute and I yelled, "Ask me so I can say YES!" He did, I said yes.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-37289425698108209882009-07-14T06:57:00.000-07:002009-07-14T07:00:56.046-07:00On My Way<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">My taxi will be here in 5 minutes to whisk me away to the airport. I'll be back home before I know it. I'm sad to say good-bye to all of the kids, my new volunteer friends, Michael and of course Gita, but so excited to see everyone! Send good ju-ju my way, L</span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-48216247373523926682009-07-13T10:15:00.000-07:002009-07-13T10:49:31.115-07:00It's Dog Thirty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa_5pexJ9LamfsgoENOpyPCghySXFAmZy1mWAB6uo8QR6mV_2kVxBRR5c7uxJYA9SsqQ4LnjT7JgsZP1D6HykfY-Xl9_MX7MVCoWjUhEHjPxm5q96sJpeXA9ZAgLLzYtQFHoD32wsmTwQ/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa_5pexJ9LamfsgoENOpyPCghySXFAmZy1mWAB6uo8QR6mV_2kVxBRR5c7uxJYA9SsqQ4LnjT7JgsZP1D6HykfY-Xl9_MX7MVCoWjUhEHjPxm5q96sJpeXA9ZAgLLzYtQFHoD32wsmTwQ/s200/monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357997034647521858" border="0" /></a>What time is it? It's dog-thirty. The 13,561 street dogs of Nepal are barking right now and three of the of the seven volunteers are scuttling around (at 11 pm) getting ready to leave at 6 am for their placements. Therefore, I can't sleep. I'm a little anxious about my last day tomorrow and making the long trip home, too.<br /><br />I bought a selection of 5 different slices of cakes at the local "wal-mart" (it's not, but it is) to celebrate my last night tonight. They all had the faint taste of soap. I never got traveler's flu here, but the cake might do it. We all had Dalbat (the national dish that is eaten twice everyday), omelets (hello, protein!), and forks full of random cake to celebrate my last night. Afterward we went to restaurant I like nearby, the only one near by, to have beer, but all three tables were totally full. Emma, who is going to come back in a couple of months to work for Michael, went in to ask if we could get beer to go and the owner invited us to sit on the back patio- his back yard (they live above the restaurant. So, the 7 of us sat on the owners patio in the dark drinking beer and telling stories from our stay and hanging out with is dog. It was the perfect last night.<br /><br />Today I spent my time at Swayambhu, a beautiful Buddhist temple in Kathmandu. The temple is known at the Monkey Temple because of all the monkeys who live in, on and around the temple. There are thousands of stairs leading up and around the temple and many different temples within. I specifically asked to go there since I heard it has great views of the city. I wasn't disappointed and even got to see a monkey chase two local boys who were sitting on a bench in the temple. It was super funny until a monkey approached me and I was trying to remember if I got a rabies shot. We hiked around the temple for a long time and then had lunch before heading back to the volunteer house.<br /><br />Once we got back Kelsie, Makenzie, and I headed out to find a phone, somewhere local that would print my pictures in one day (mission accomplished), and a jump drive so I can take Jesse's pictures & video home with me. We hoofed it around Dhapasi and Basandara (the local neighborhoods) but finally decided to take a taxi to Batbutini, the wal-mart of Nepal (except, there is only one). I bought a jump drive and some color books and crayons for Gita. When I got back to use the jump drive, which cost roughly as much as it would have in the US, I realized it was used. There was permanent writing on the back of it and the part that gets inserted in the computer was dirty and gummy. Damn it. So, needless to say it doesn't work and I have to fight traffic and barter with a taxi to get me back there again tomorrow. Annoying.<br /><br />Well, back to Nepali Wal-Mart tomorrow and to pick-up the pictures to leave for Gita, then to the airport. Pray for no bundhas and a correct, hand-written ticket (uh, yeah) and I'll be on my way!<br /><br />One more thing, I just reviewed a few blog entries to remember what I've shared and reflect a little and I read all of my errors...the perfectionist in me wants to fix them, the Nepal in me says "who cares?" and the power is taunting, "I'm going to go out on you before you can get them fixed anyway!" : ) I knew you'd understand.<br /><br />See you so very soon, L<br /><br />PS. Tried to pack Gita, she wouldn't fit.Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-89842954482010392012009-07-12T08:26:00.000-07:002009-07-12T08:36:53.562-07:00Narti Video & a Quick Good Night<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Before I say good night, <br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Jesse made a video of a few clips from Narti. I think it really catches the spirit of the girls and our time there (minus the icky stuff). Keep an eye out at the end...we almost died. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VqXSakF_Bc"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Brown Eyed Girls Video; Narti, Nepal, July 2009</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Just two more nights and I'm heading home. I'm feeling a little sad to leave because I've made some good friends here and I'd like to be here when Gita, my favorite little girl, makes it to Kathmandu, but I'm eager to get home to my man ; ), my puppies, my family and my bed. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Got a special souvenir for myself today, can't wait to get home and show you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Nighty-Night</span></div>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-19882048984318646832009-07-11T08:27:00.001-07:002009-07-12T08:20:59.160-07:00As I Promised... Pictures from Narti<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Here are a few pictures, but the internet is slow so I couldn't include many. Enjoy and I'll see you soon! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">: ) Laura</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y3l_0xSurgCVJMXLtDwKDdSteiQ1ux3dcqfJ_CaEnKiftIXimbvwnVEfZBLTQXG6_eFO9qa9w89qXjhv0VHx2bVR-SE1dSxpj0cgqVES-C-RbU02JyFDrRtM-Owb4_PsvcHH282xxoz5/s1600-h/P7080554.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y3l_0xSurgCVJMXLtDwKDdSteiQ1ux3dcqfJ_CaEnKiftIXimbvwnVEfZBLTQXG6_eFO9qa9w89qXjhv0VHx2bVR-SE1dSxpj0cgqVES-C-RbU02JyFDrRtM-Owb4_PsvcHH282xxoz5/s200/P7080554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357234823715187810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Receiving Tika, a farewell blessing, from Karmu and the rest of the girls before leaving.</span><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfgOxHnMuK672Ishn5XS0dvBDEfZY08vItm6kFb1GxNMU-eVVCOG7AqhJBRpx_18EchwNsZMoJHuBD9v-Lh1p_CTeSGNO-lD07Mt8whbqdjb_S9Ey6s_DDu1O6d-w01TZuH-2rc-smS06/s1600-h/P7080573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfgOxHnMuK672Ishn5XS0dvBDEfZY08vItm6kFb1GxNMU-eVVCOG7AqhJBRpx_18EchwNsZMoJHuBD9v-Lh1p_CTeSGNO-lD07Mt8whbqdjb_S9Ey6s_DDu1O6d-w01TZuH-2rc-smS06/s200/P7080573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357234014570017330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Jesse and I right before boarding the bus and waving good-bye.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5mRSFOYUlYAor-i0-DQTqz6PSzFXzVHqa3jGrl_iobAZEA_Bs0lGonEr8XFe6nT5jIJ1GBjL2Qy1kOmVPj-iPeVci4zrdj0ej_quLss2SOkIWcIDvYUEPrcBAEC8EaZ8xPF2IYtgZwU8f/s1600-h/P7080484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5mRSFOYUlYAor-i0-DQTqz6PSzFXzVHqa3jGrl_iobAZEA_Bs0lGonEr8XFe6nT5jIJ1GBjL2Qy1kOmVPj-iPeVci4zrdj0ej_quLss2SOkIWcIDvYUEPrcBAEC8EaZ8xPF2IYtgZwU8f/s200/P7080484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357231887023203890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Gita and Sumjhana, the littlest girls, after enjoying a rare treat of Pepsi, cheese balls & caramel.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSeq2gCjd_AqK_jab8FkT6jKmfqq_Ijz-tsw84JBlMJLM89xoUdH71Vb2WIl7RUePeNTogrP3cG7cibVTSMik9j43iAjpqjJMjftB9yn9iaM0giEoF9Lx95J9qqsVp1Rf7wJWD1QsbNGg/s1600-h/P7080497.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSeq2gCjd_AqK_jab8FkT6jKmfqq_Ijz-tsw84JBlMJLM89xoUdH71Vb2WIl7RUePeNTogrP3cG7cibVTSMik9j43iAjpqjJMjftB9yn9iaM0giEoF9Lx95J9qqsVp1Rf7wJWD1QsbNGg/s200/P7080497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357231170868536914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Irmela's gift of henna (my arm's not broken, I'm just too lazy to rotate the picture).<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnAl4JLp6Zacc6MUPbMRf33QiTe6yITDZsUzUS28paKoe0zbYiK8v0da804dNlahSvOllwiWZyo4HpCFo1Tq_nP9DEFONHvw8lIKZm75zb9-O85BMdmTR8-euvyXpvJ_HKGxRSFUNxYCp/s1600-h/P7030406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnAl4JLp6Zacc6MUPbMRf33QiTe6yITDZsUzUS28paKoe0zbYiK8v0da804dNlahSvOllwiWZyo4HpCFo1Tq_nP9DEFONHvw8lIKZm75zb9-O85BMdmTR8-euvyXpvJ_HKGxRSFUNxYCp/s200/P7030406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357230103020281106" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This is Gita, my favorite little girl. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcIk1iXIJ2_jxW3AlPr2Km7IlqPnE32QH9vXRyk405WaKSE2hzGtO-U8bubg-Ff2yE6xjZjr9FjcrzZ-Q24KP_quSeYHchipE8cXMO4qQyymVhmvQFAvcMsEQ1lBvMXCzOESfD2kK1o8LK/s1600-h/P7030458.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcIk1iXIJ2_jxW3AlPr2Km7IlqPnE32QH9vXRyk405WaKSE2hzGtO-U8bubg-Ff2yE6xjZjr9FjcrzZ-Q24KP_quSeYHchipE8cXMO4qQyymVhmvQFAvcMsEQ1lBvMXCzOESfD2kK1o8LK/s200/P7030458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357229535687243538" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The girls getting ready to leave the picnic...half rode in the bus, half rode on the bus. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlnfrprG7CkD37rOWF50XuFoLk2wZRki87vrKOkDX9lTdkJ97J4NOihXNhbkXop_4AKoS5qCC39vuKxCYxHr3tUwBqDbPx5wwrC6-4petRnziGklH4mRi3eoeJ7HanbJN3MvEVtKLWo6D/s1600-h/P7030447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlnfrprG7CkD37rOWF50XuFoLk2wZRki87vrKOkDX9lTdkJ97J4NOihXNhbkXop_4AKoS5qCC39vuKxCYxHr3tUwBqDbPx5wwrC6-4petRnziGklH4mRi3eoeJ7HanbJN3MvEVtKLWo6D/s200/P7030447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357228295233533986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The girls cooking at the picnic we threw them on the 4th of July. It is unbelievable how well they can cook at their ages with only an open fire and pan. Maybe it's because they lack McDonalds.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDB2jwd9lepyr1xZ0q6zxiElFCHi-1JzpmkmI4G1psTdqs79owJfINFsA5lIG8AMWbrBoKwi6OHsc3SrIJoUO7G5nQ7dYjOMl5vmTLYgN-Sfo-RFUBBnM-ah6eWGjDwwcZv5yWuKbZDg6J/s1600-h/DSC_1005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDB2jwd9lepyr1xZ0q6zxiElFCHi-1JzpmkmI4G1psTdqs79owJfINFsA5lIG8AMWbrBoKwi6OHsc3SrIJoUO7G5nQ7dYjOMl5vmTLYgN-Sfo-RFUBBnM-ah6eWGjDwwcZv5yWuKbZDg6J/s200/DSC_1005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357227387487706210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Lawajuni Girl's Hostel in Narti where I stayed and worked.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-31876192525822948252009-07-10T18:56:00.000-07:002009-07-10T19:53:21.610-07:00And...I'm back!<span style="font-family:arial;">Hi there!<br /><br />I made it back to Kathmandu yesterday morning at 6 am after a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hellacious</span> bus ride. I took my malaria medication when I got on the bus but didn't drink lots of water like I'm supposed to (with 12 hours on a bus in the middle of Nepal, I didn't want to have to pee) and it made me super ill. I spent the first two hours nauseous and leaning over Jesse to vomit out the window. Special. My seat was pre-purchased and in the drivers compartment with about ten other Nepalese men. Um, no. I squished in with Jesse for the first two hours until a seat opened up near him. There was no way I was going to ride in a closed compartment by myself with strange men throughout the night. My Tylenol PM finally kicked in and I was pretty much out until I woke up to watch the sun rise over the valley on the other side of Kathmandu. The bus was more comfortble than the bus I rode on the way, but in worse shape with lots of sqweeky noises, bumps and grinds. Jesse says I'm good bus luck because we made it both ways without any major delays (strikes, break downs, searches, etc.).<br /><br />I spent yesterday doing a whole lot of nothing. My time in Narti was rewarding by physically and mentally difficult and I was drained when I got back to the volunteer house. I showered (yey!), emailed, had a huge lunch (the man at the little restraunt looked at me like, "You're going to eat all that?" Jesse and I ate until we couldn't.), napped and talked to Justin @ 4am his time (sorry!). The day flew by and I think each will until I get to the airport in a few days.<br /><br />Today Michael (Papa) is making Tifin (lunch) for all of the kids at the Kathmandu houses. I'm excited to go have lunch with the kids on their day off from school (Saturday is Holy Day in Nepal) and to see the basketball court that the donations I brought paid for. Apparently, the kids have been have a great time on it and I can't wait to get in on the action. Before that though, I'm going to drop some of my clothes off at a laundry mat, buy a few new items to wear, and go to a restaurant called OR2K and have a pancake or two. I like the food here, but it is so different from home that the occasional American food fix is nice.<br /><br />Now Narti...<br /><br />I'm not really sure how to explain Narti without going through it picture by picture, but I'll try. It is a rural village, a few hours north of India. The land used to be all jungle, but has since been turned into rice patties. Most of the land was taken from the Tharu people by anyone who was more educated (starting with the British), mostly the higher castes. The Tharu people are one of the lowest castes in Nepal. The landoweners still own the land, but the Tharu people work it and live on it for a portion of the profit. Some patches of Jungle still exhist and are amazing, tropical and beautiful.<br /><br />The Kamlari caste consists of girls who are sold by their parents or family into slavery to people of a higher caste. This is a common practice still, even though there are many people who are working against this system. The girls are often sold because their parents can't afford to care for them or because both of their parents die and they are given to an uncle or other family member who doesn't want the burden of caring for them. The family make relatively little money usually from the sale, but they are so poor that anything helps. Traditionally, in the Tharu culture, if the husband dies for any reason the wife commits suicide, leaving the children without anyone to care for them. From what I understand this is happening less and less, but is still a cultural norm.<br /><br />During my stay in Narti I lived with the girls at the Lawajuni Girls Hostel, which is located on the grounds of the school. All schools in Nepal are "private" and are paid for by the families of the children who attend them. The hostel is supported by Papa's House (Michael's Hostel/Orphanage in Kathmandu) and the girls are rescued by an organization called SWAN. Once the girls have had some time to adjust socially, physically and mentally, they are then given the options to move to Kathmandu where they'll receive a much better education and better structural support in the home. Many of the girls choose not to go the Kathmandu because they are overwhelmed and uncomfortable with the idea of leaving the hostel where for the first time in a long time they're safe, well fed, and have friends their own age. The older girls rarely leave because the school system is so poor in Narti that they'll leave Narti in grade 8 and be put in grade 1 or 2 in Kathmandu.<br /><br />The Hostel is "bare bones" and lacks running water and electricity much of the time. The girls all bathe and drink from a pump that is located about 300 feet from the hostel. They eat twice a day with snack inbetween if they need them and every meal consists of rice and cooked curry vegetables. In the afternoon they'll have toasted rice flakes (yum!) or boiled milk with rice in it as a snack. The girls will often climb the mango trees in the area to hunt for fruit.<br /><br />All of the girls have some time type of scarring from their time in servitude. Many of them have large burns on their arms, legs or hands or pock-marks that look like they're from a cigarette. Some of the girls have larger scars on their face and on their heads from being hit with objects. To get those types of marks I can't imagine the abuse they must have suffered. Some of them suffer from PTSD and have ticks or other small quirks that are easily recognized as stress induced. Jesse doesn't stay at the hostel (he stays with Krishna, the founder of SWAN) because some of them have been sexually abused. While the volunteers help in many ways, from what I can tell their primary impact is just building trust and confidence in the girls. I went to Narti to teach but I was also a counselor, hair dresser, playmate, and friend.<br /><br />The girls at the hostel have very little in the way of things. They each have a school uniform (which fit poorly for most of them since they're hand-me-downs on their third or forth rotation) and a few outfits. Most of their clothes look very worn and are missing buttons and/or have broken zippers. The little girls who arrive have it the worst because their clothes have been passed down the longest and they literally come with nothing but the clothes on their back. Michael sent the girls metal boxes with latches on them while I was there and the girls use them as a dresser/storage. They were thrilled to move their things out of bags and cardboard boxes into their new metal ones.<br /><br />Despite the conditions and the girls' pasts, they are all very sweet and kind and have unique personalities that shine through the language barrier. Like any mix of girls, some of them are quiet and reserved, while others are outgoing and obnoxious at times. The live together like sisters and sisterly arguments are normal. I was surprised how catty and "mean-girlish" the older girls could be at times, watching them at times was like being back at home with my junior high kids.<br /><br />On my second day in Narti one of the girls took my clothes off the line where they were drying and hid them in her stuff. She was one of three girls about my size, so I had an idea who took them. A few other girls found them and brought them back to me which caused some drama. She was embarrassed and had a hard time feeling normal around me since. I explained to her that I wanted to leave my clothes for her and the other girls, but I had to wear them while I was there. During the picnic I let her wear my shorts and t-shirt and that seemed to mend the awkwardness. At first I was annoyed, but they have so little that it was hard for me to be mad.<br /><br />Most days I spent my mornings reading and talking to the girls as they came in and out of school. I didn't dare leave the hostel (even to pee...painful!) until after school was let out or I'd be stormed by tons of children. After that I would clean, get ready for the day and Jesse and I would decide on the day's lessons. At 10:30 the girls eat breakfast and our English lessons started at 11:00. They usually lasted for 1-2 hours and about 15-20 girls would usually attend (the numbers got lower and lower the longer we were there and the harder the lessons got). The Jesse and I would walk to a little shop in Narti and have water, soda, and the occasional omlette or biscuits. Then we'd go back and teach art if it wasn't so hot that everyone was sleeping and hang out and play for the rest of the day. At 6 or 7 we'd walk back to the shop and have another break and buy water for the night and Jesse would head back to Krishna's house. I would head back to the hostel, enjoy the sunset (often from the top of the school), eat with the kids about 8 and then head for my bed and mosquito net.<br /><br />The girls have no structure and set bed times, so I often didn't fall asleep until late into the night. Most nights I would wake up to one of them babbling or crying in their sleep. The girls go to bed so late and get up so early in the morning that they seem to struggle during the day. I know Michael is concerned about the lack of structure there, but Krishna is the one who is really in charge of that hostel since he lives close and manages the rescues. I wanted so badly to see the girls there have the structure that the children in Kathmandu have. In the hostels here there is a set bed, meal and study time and play happens in between. The kids know the routine and everything is very orderly and lacks the chaos of the daily routines in Narti. The hostel functions better than the school, but only because Sabita Didi works her butt off to make sure the girls are at the very least clean, fed and they chores are done. In all fairness, the girls do a good job of caring for each other and have a bond that was clear the minute I stepped foot on the property.<br /><br />I went into Lamahi twice, once with the oldest girl in the Hostel, Irmela, so she could show me off (not really sure what we were doing besides visiting the SWAN and Plan Nepal office) and then again with Jesse later in the trip to use the internet and buy gifts for Sabita Didi before we left. That trip was fun because Krishna let us take his motorcycle so we didn't have to bother with the crowded busses. It was nice to have a break from the hostel and even nicer to feel wind on my skin. It was still hot wind, but wind none the less.<br /><br />I have so much more to tell you, but it is best told through pictures and video. Jesse is working on posting a video with clips of our time in Narti today so I will link that as soon as I can. I'll also post some pictures later today or tomorrow.<br /><br />I'm headed in home in just under four days and can't wait to see everyone when I get back! Have a great weekend! : ) L<br /></span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-81509211204600246842009-07-07T03:25:00.000-07:002009-07-07T03:55:07.328-07:00Tan Ankles, Boiled Milk & It Smells Like Poop<span style="font-family:arial;">Hi All! Thanks for the comments and happy thoughts...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm in Narti living and working at the Lamajuni Girl's Hostel which houses about 30 Kamlari (ex-slave) girls. My friend Jesse and I have been teaching English and Art to the girls in the afternoon once they're out of school. They attend school on the property from 7-10 am, and when I say attend I use that word loosely. The school is really a shame and to some extent a waste of time, which is why I chose to teach them outside of school hours instead of becoming involved in the school.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Jesse is awesome (he told me to say that- he's sitting right next to me emailing his own family) because he came into Lamahi (a very small version of Kathmandu) with me and surprised me by guiding me to the internet shop. I think he was sick of hearing me talk about home...whatever works.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The girls at the home are great for the most part, but I'll be honest, they're driving me nuts at this point. Living with 30 girls for this long is rough. I live in their room, don't get any privacy and god forbid I should go to the toilet alone (when I say toilet, I mean an outhouse with a hole in the ground). I'm ready to head back to Nepal where I at least share a room with female ADULTS. I'm leaving Narti on Thursday night and will arrive in Kathmand on Friday morning some time (Thursday night your time). </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm so dirty that my ankles constantly look tan. There is a pump, but bathing with my clothes on isn't that effective. The girls are very modest and I struggle to find a private place to change everyday. They eat rice and curry vegetable for breakfast and dinner everyday (I'm craving a blizzard and mom's pizza and a salad daily) and drink BOILED milk from the hostel cows. I drank it the first day and I almost vommited (I hate cold milk) and have had to refuse it ever since. Oh, and it always smells like poop. My room is above the old septic tank and when it heats up to 100+ degrees everyday I can't help but notice it. The cows smell like poop, the water from the pump smells like sewer and the squat toilet smells like poop. If it's not poop, it's BO. Nobody wears deodorant and are lucky to bathe once a week. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Everywhere Jesse and I go people chase us (kids), follow us (adults) and ask to take our picture with their cells or practice their english with us. So annoying. Jesse is like a celebrity around here and everyone remembers him from last year. I can truly say I know what it feels like to be a minority and treated like a side show in the circus. People don't mean to be rude, but damn it's annoying. I'll be happy to get back to the US where I can be a wallflower. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I live with lots of creatures in Narti. Goats, cows, chickens and dogs roam freely onto the hostel land and a toad, lizards, mosquitos (thank god for malaria meds and mosquito nets), a mouse (who ate my tank top and pooped on my bed) and a rats who live in the attic space who are frequently visited by a large python live in my room. I know you're all dying to come with me next year!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">On the positive side, I've met a little girl that I've fallen in love with. All of the girls are very sweet, but Gita is a shining star. She is 5ish (Kamlari don't have birthdays) and couldn't hold a pencil when we got there. She has only been out of slavery for 3 weeks and has already come so far. She is a spunky little thing and loves to learn anything I'll teach her. She's learned to draw (she refused to even color during the first lesson), write her name (a huge feat!), the alphabet and a huge array of English words. If I could take her home with me without being caught I wouldn't think twice about it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Jesse and i threw the girls a picnic on the July 4th. It was extravegant for them, costing us about 4,000 rupees ($100 = 7,700 rupees). The girls requested the food they wanted to cook, we bought it and rented a bus to take them to the park for a day of fun. They cooked an amazing meal (including bread, yey!) over three campfires (amazing) the fed about 60 people with food left over. We had a great time and I enjoyed taking the girls for a hike through the jungle around the lake (muddy pond) to get to the temple in the middle. That was right up my ally. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Today the girls dressed me up in full Tharu dress and took pictures of me. My bone structure is bigger than theirs and they snapped two bangles trying to get them on and off of me (fatty! Huh?). They even put soap on my hands and wrists to get them on and off. It was a little painful and embarrassing, but they got a good laugh at my expense.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">This has been a great treat to write you while I'm in the "boonies" and I'll be back at you later this week. I'm doing well and am quite happy here, but ready to hoof it back to Kathmandu to wrap up my trip. I'll be back at you late this week and home the next!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Until then, Laura</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">PS. Thanks for the celebrity gossip, Yen and Chris! I learned about Michael Jackson on the Nepali news. I couldn't understand a word except for "Michael Jackson" and a picture of him covered in white cloth on a stretcher being put in an ambulance. I'll never forget I was in Nepal when Michael Jackson died. Which reminds me, everyone here always asks if I know George Clooney, Jean Claude Van Damm and various WWF wrestlers. I always say yes and that we have dinner often. ; )</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-70688883964130356352009-06-25T10:20:00.000-07:002009-06-25T10:26:01.857-07:00The Girls At Papa's House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WhnOkRCe5MPjO3-jMtITNT9NK6NN1vv7tOGsdzUP5PK85iJPjXuVYiEbQPRix9ga55AAhhDvTkhWGCLSQA-TChlyVW9rLzx9W5YDs_cI5-AEF0A4LBzzEqVLF7igE7bCn7Qliqtd9Hp-/s1600-h/P6220094.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WhnOkRCe5MPjO3-jMtITNT9NK6NN1vv7tOGsdzUP5PK85iJPjXuVYiEbQPRix9ga55AAhhDvTkhWGCLSQA-TChlyVW9rLzx9W5YDs_cI5-AEF0A4LBzzEqVLF7igE7bCn7Qliqtd9Hp-/s200/P6220094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351317626338092754" /></a>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-52512320818583236322009-06-25T10:16:00.000-07:002009-06-25T10:18:31.184-07:00Girls During Homework Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbUExqmP0Sx67VX5oOWCQptoVa3TM8AKPOZOMTURTbOIML-36KqGj6BDy8SoXkEO9kndwJTumeHh_5HVksKg9N9WPfI-S6_g88fcDSu_2vi4epJYPfyskaHqZ5x9kU5LxJb_rEPUMaYw7/s1600-h/P6230181.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbUExqmP0Sx67VX5oOWCQptoVa3TM8AKPOZOMTURTbOIML-36KqGj6BDy8SoXkEO9kndwJTumeHh_5HVksKg9N9WPfI-S6_g88fcDSu_2vi4epJYPfyskaHqZ5x9kU5LxJb_rEPUMaYw7/s200/P6230181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351315755753760930" /></a>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-24462282468611088412009-06-25T10:14:00.000-07:002009-06-25T10:16:19.624-07:00Jesse During Homework Help<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEykZJbYoi9YV5qQg18wO3R_nzYsMwW995rLZVLcnitGn0AIoo1qjeqHVNKpobbCT0KMFsJuEI0g-73MDmJceXHBU9V16ZNtg8apmULN7mgvqMJKE8rjX4IKZ635pBK4saH463ZC8d32rL/s1600-h/P6230180.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEykZJbYoi9YV5qQg18wO3R_nzYsMwW995rLZVLcnitGn0AIoo1qjeqHVNKpobbCT0KMFsJuEI0g-73MDmJceXHBU9V16ZNtg8apmULN7mgvqMJKE8rjX4IKZ635pBK4saH463ZC8d32rL/s200/P6230180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351315150816244242" /></a>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-9409319389499671792009-06-25T10:09:00.000-07:002009-06-25T10:14:10.379-07:00Boys Before School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqF3ik6kZ-9jTzqH23AQBCj5q_F7Gr0IBrSoBCVWHds7XRPr390EEfGUwD_9ZZvhYzeRQvdQ5DcQ1IfFCPVF_E6VhPanQBHJ0rknHi5eWWKPhtyASU-dpfvrpLHditP40QAp0D95NL1MbE/s1600-h/P6230127.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqF3ik6kZ-9jTzqH23AQBCj5q_F7Gr0IBrSoBCVWHds7XRPr390EEfGUwD_9ZZvhYzeRQvdQ5DcQ1IfFCPVF_E6VhPanQBHJ0rknHi5eWWKPhtyASU-dpfvrpLHditP40QAp0D95NL1MbE/s200/P6230127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351314655422074018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6HkFyoitH9zKKXo0ScsRNPbkAiProfJKy2Zrw0ckThh_LsktZruam7xhE5d7e060vTvp3wetKmU_ztXuWTTTqYMO5UR5AL1YK5rKniD_jEaQBMhAQ87AMYp3e7lXEICT_S_WNWWbEbkH/s1600-h/P6230127.JPG"><br /></a>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-42243922862489548582009-06-25T09:35:00.000-07:002009-06-25T10:09:16.831-07:00Good Bye!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMNOeaQFyvqRfkMIAJnpjmWs2ZR3i7XLFucgxV4aOjqaX2VVdI8u6W4m17Ap53QH9onHxjO0_8noroxTSI4j_iu9LH-nf6SQs6x21ggOZH9TKsUz1e_Y-rs7z86dOX6jgxWJi4nRIT4SV/s1600-h/P6230201.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMNOeaQFyvqRfkMIAJnpjmWs2ZR3i7XLFucgxV4aOjqaX2VVdI8u6W4m17Ap53QH9onHxjO0_8noroxTSI4j_iu9LH-nf6SQs6x21ggOZH9TKsUz1e_Y-rs7z86dOX6jgxWJi4nRIT4SV/s200/P6230201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351309547395027730" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">Today I followed the same routine in the morning and then got to chat with Justin (the first time we've really been able to talk-talk). Justin noticed I didn't seem to be responding to things like he thought I would and he's right. I have been feeling a little overwhelmed and having a hard time taking everything in. I can write about it and even talk about it, but I can't really give my perceptions or thoughts about it all. I just need more time to process everything. I can't wait until I can come home and actually share what everything is really like with you. Once you can see the pictures I've taken you'll be able to better understand the magnitude of my experiences. But for now, the technical writing will have to do. </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Last night I attended a birthday party at the Possibility House (they boys hostel) for Daddy, known as Vinod to adults (picture above, you can't even tell there are 53 children there because they are in the rooms facing into the entry way where they candles are). It was the happiest party I've ever been to. The kids (53) made him cards and each one presented their card saying, "Happy Birthday Daddy!" and "Love you Daddy!" Then Vinod opened his three presents and each time he opened a card or a present the children would cheer at the top of their lungs. They all sang happy birthday to him and it was the best sound I've ever heard- Happy Birthday with a strong Nepali accent. I have it on video to share when I get home. The power went out right before the party so all of the festivities were by candlelight. Two small cakes fed 60 people and Vinod and Aleesha (his American girlfriend) had their cake as a married couples do on their wedding day. The children cheered as they smashed it in each others faces. Then there was dancing and singing by candlelight, talent show style, as gifts from the children for Vinod. It was the best birthday party ever. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Today I went out with Vinod, Aleesha and Jesse to Themmel where I was able to have buy school supplies, soap, and a Kurta (traditional dress to wear during my placement in Narti). We also went to lunch as a nice, Americanized restaurant. I was feeling very home sick this morning so I treated myself to fattening food I normally wouldn't eat at home. We had a great time. Vinod is a comic and had me laughing all day long. I bought my kurta on the way home and it was only a few miles from the house. Monsoon finally hit today while walking home and it made for a muddy, slippery walk up hill. But, I was laughing all the way and it was the first time in the afternoon I couldn't smell my own BO (gross, but true). Thank God for monsoon. We stopped at the market to buy potatoes when I glanced the wrong way to see a goat's head being cut off at the butcher "shop." All of me wanted to cry, but I held it in until I got home. It is important to me that I remember that I'm not here to judge or impose my views, simply to observe and help. Therefore, the goat crying stayed in until I made it to the volunteer house bathroom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The lesson for the day: I can eat American food, but I'm still in Nepal.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Finally, we made it home and I've been packing to leave for Narti tomorrow morning at 5:30 am. The bus ride will take 12 hours assuming there are no Bundahs (road strikes). I am not looking forward to it, but I am looking forward to seeing some country, mountain side and breathing some fresh air. I will be there until roughly the 11th or 12th of July. I'll be living with and teaching girls from the Kamlari system, which is indentured servitude. The girls have been rescued and are now in the care of VolunteerNepal. Many of the girls come there not knowing how to hold a pencil or use the toilet. If they do well in Narti they are then released to the homes I've been helping at in Kathmandu. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">If you're interested, one of my housemates, who has raised TONS of money and spends much time here made a video of the children from the past week. These are some of the same kids I've been working with since I've been here. Notice how happy they seem. There energy, determination and happiness in the video is completely genuine and it doesn't even really do them justice. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjJdLZypVpM">Possibility House and Imagine House Video: Click Here!</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">I will post again when I return from Narti and before I leave Nepal to come home. Love you, miss you and see you soon! - Laura</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">PS. It is very late here...I don't have time to proof read! : ) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-26464850166961461432009-06-24T02:59:00.000-07:002009-06-24T03:36:17.599-07:00Bundha & Pashupati<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYEto4000Fr4VH_yIDQStmFFGwiXgxTwKr7h4PbmbycEmUYxooiZGSglmZdkIfdLezGTlbURsKkO9uMmkgXsn2U33lZpytsnvE4BjOkEI_-ZOOuI6NV4PjbZ0-4wsE0vnRFb03CVIwaEI/s1600-h/pashupati.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYEto4000Fr4VH_yIDQStmFFGwiXgxTwKr7h4PbmbycEmUYxooiZGSglmZdkIfdLezGTlbURsKkO9uMmkgXsn2U33lZpytsnvE4BjOkEI_-ZOOuI6NV4PjbZ0-4wsE0vnRFb03CVIwaEI/s200/pashupati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350841016983319826" border="0" /></a>This morning I went back to Papa's House to help with the girls and they all loved my skirt. Many of them yelled, "You are booteeful!" I was braiding a 4 year old's hair when I spotted lice. I knew the children probably had lice, but it was a little unsettling since we make such a big deal of it in the US (I'm getting itchy thinking about it). Another little girl came over a few minutes later and noticed the lice and started picking it out of her hair and killing it.<br /><br />After the morning routine I met Sushmita at the volunteer house and we took Sarah to the airport. I was sorry to say good bye to her, I feel like we've become good friends in a few short days. Last night we went to a local restaurant and had fresh and fried veggie momo for dinner. The power was out so we ate in the dark for a bit until one of the boys brought a lanter. The bill for both of our meals came to $1.16 US. Amazing. I still can't get over how inexpensive everything is here. I've been in Nepal for three days now and I've spent less than $10 and I've bought a skirt, and had a few meals out.<br /><br />I experienced my first bundah, or strike, today. Last night someone was killed on one of the main roads in Kathmandu. When this happens the family will protest and shut the road down until they are appeased. We left extra early to accomodate and we took a million back roads to avoid the mayhem. If I thought Kathmadu was poor, the back roads gave me a new perspective. After a few 10-15 minute traffic delays we made it on time.<br /><br />After that we went to Pashupati, the second largest Hindu temple in the world. It is spread out like a small city with a park-like atmosphere in some of it. Only Hindus can enter the main temple area, but guests are allowed anywhere else. As we walked through a set a temples there was a bridge in front of us with an Ox standing on it. Throughout Nepal (including highways and city streets) you will see ox wondering around. When a family member dies, if the family owns a cow and an ox, they must let the ox go in the street in homage to that person. After that they are free to roam for the rest of their life. On the bridge we could look out over a very polluted, trickly of a river. on the west bank of the river there were 5-7 platforms, two with burning mounds on them. Sushmita explained that when a person of the Hindu religion dies, they are brought in their best clothing and jewelry to be cremated on these platforms. There is a sitting area for their families to watch and direct family members wear white from that day for a full year. Once the body is cremated the remains are pushed into the river. Sometimes people scavenge for gold or jewelry that wasn't lost during the cremation in the river. While we watched from the bridge I could smell sewer so strongly that it felt like I was tasting it. There were children playing in the river and sorting through garbage on the east bank side.<br /><br />When we left the bridge we walked up a very long, large flight of stairs towards other religious relics. About half-way up Sushmita showed me a hole in the stone stair wall. If you stand back as far as you can (about 12 feet) and press your hands together, extend your arm, and close your eyes and then walk towards the hole and you put your hands directly into the whole it means you're pure hearted and lucky. I hit it dead on (and I didn't even peak).<br /><br />We sat and overlooked the whole place (it is very large) and I got the overwhelming feeling that I didn't want to be there anymore. I loved how old it was and the temples and statues were beautiful, but the polution and public grieving bothered me. It didn't really seem to fit with how sacred this sight was supposed to be.<br /><br />Later I had a Nepali language and etiquit lesson and now I'm going to go with Jesse, another volunteer who has been here before and raised over $22,000 for Volunteer Nepal, to the boys home to help with homework for a few hours. I met some of the boys this morning and they are an energetic and rowdy bunch, but very sweet and polite. Once they saw my camera I was stuck taking at least 20 pictures (how could I say no?) in front of their school.<br /><br />Later tonight Jesse and I are going into Themel (an area of Kathmandu) for dinner and to talk to a tatoo artist. Jesse has a huge tatoo he got here last year and only paid $50 US. It is really beautiful and apparently the artist trained in the US and has a very respectable parlor. I'm going to try and pick up some extra school supplies while we're there too.<br /><br />Back at you soon! : ) LMiss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897739059983984361.post-86171372999693412742009-06-23T03:09:00.000-07:002009-06-23T04:31:03.826-07:00I'm a Fighter<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcBaoT4xTUnxUwhM0gVo-F-EDnux6J0Xk8s2LlX2vQLA9EhW_9X72krXtX4PmOqEmA4SwzV4G8_Fiz0v6-vkURsQWBCRct7Tz2o2Kc44yFbF6bwVVKcmWh70y0cxebruDbPXp3hut8tgF/s1600-h/bodhnath_stupa2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcBaoT4xTUnxUwhM0gVo-F-EDnux6J0Xk8s2LlX2vQLA9EhW_9X72krXtX4PmOqEmA4SwzV4G8_Fiz0v6-vkURsQWBCRct7Tz2o2Kc44yFbF6bwVVKcmWh70y0cxebruDbPXp3hut8tgF/s200/bodhnath_stupa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350464582802491570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Nepal, Dahapsi<br />Volunteer House & Training<br /><br />I'm going to type this as fast as I can. Yesterday I spent 20 minutes writing a detailed description of my first day in Nepal to have the power go out as I was about to click "post." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday I spent most of my day trying to figure out what time it is. The jet lag was considerably bad since the difference is 12:45 hours. I woke up at 5 am after a night of fairly good sleep. I met my housemates in the volunteer house and everyone is very nice. There were 10 of us her when I arrived and in the past 24 hours it's been narrowed down to three and the other two are leaving tomorrow. The other volunteers are from Alabama, London, Korea, Italy, San Francisco, and Australia. Sushmita is the volunteer coordinator and is the one who provides me with language training and tours of Kathmandu.<br /><br />Yesterday and today I went to Papa's House, the girls home, in the morning to help platt (braid) all 47 girls' hair before they go to school. The first day they were curious about me and very polite. Today they were more brave, asking me if I was a "fighter" (Sushmita thought it was because I wasn't wearing jewelry and wearing shorts, which are usually reserved for men) and giving me the nickname LoLu, even though they could say my name just fine. One of the girls told me I need to get a skirt, so I promised her I would get on today and wear it tomorrow when I came to get them ready for school. She also suggested dangly earings, but I wasn't able to find an inexpensive pair in the city today. The girls are very sweet and literally fight to hold my hand on the walk to school. The crave every little bit of attention they can get.<br /><br />Once the girls are at school I walk back to the volunteer house to meet Sushmita for sight seeing and lessons. I've been butchering the language for two days now and don't understand a word except for Namaste. Yesterday we went to Bodhnath, a Tibetan temple or stupa. It was overwhelmingly big and everything was colorful with prayer flags flying everywhere. We paid our respects at the large prayer wheels and witnessed burnings in honor of boudha.<br /><br />Getting there was its own challenge, we hoped on three different minis (Toyota van taxis that can mash 24 people inside- no joke) on the way there and then again on the way home. On the way there a family of 5 got on and there wasn't enough room for the two year old little girl to have a seat. Her mom (holding an infant) wedged her between my leg and hers. I wasn't sure what to do so I just picked her up and put her on my lap. She was so light, like a little doll, and didn't mind sitting on my lap at all. It was 85 degrees out and she was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, causing sweat to run down her face. I kept brushing it away, trying to keep it out of her eyes. Even though she was very dirty and sweaty she was one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. I have never witnessed traffic like that in Kathmandu in my entire life. There are no lanes, lights or rules. Honking is continuous and its like the biggest rat race I've ever seen. I could never drive here. I'd be dead in about 3 minutes. The side roads are small and narrow and can barely fit a van, let alone two. People, motorbikes, vans, cars (taxis), and cows share the road and I've almost been hit by a bike a few times. Apparently, if a driver hits cow it is 2 years in jail, but if they hit a person they just have to pay a fine. Let's just say I try to stay out of the way and keep my head up!<br /><br />Today I went with Sushmita into downtown Nepal to see some sights and visit the national museum. About two years ago the monarchy was over thrown and the king's palace was turned into a museum by the government. Unfortunately it was closed. Once in the old part of the city the road was very narrow (vans can't fit) and most people walked or rode on motorbikes. It was very crowded and smelled of insence everywhere. There were hundreds of shops and restraunts. Everywhere we went there was some homage to Boudah, either a temple, prayer wheel, monument or statue. They are all very old and well used. While I was there I had lunch, took some pictures, and bought a skirt (Shagita will be so happy tomorrow morning and maybe they won't think I'm a fighter!).<br /><br />Later today I'm going to walk down to a little restaurant with my new friend Sarah (Australian volunteer) to celebrate her last night in Nepal. She has been here for just over two weeks and volunteered in Narti, one of my possible placements. The restaurant only has two tables and is owned by Sushmita's uncle. The food looks amazing, although I couldn't eat it yesterday when I was there, I was feeling too sick due to the jet lag. Every restaurant here offers a large amount of vegetarian food and all of it looks and smells good. Today I had naan (flat bread) with yellow curry vegetables. I don't like curry from home, but the curry here is very good and a more balanced flavor. Every meal at the volunteer house (breakfast and dinner) is steamed rice, beans, and curry vegetables. Lucky for me I like it. When I got to my placement it will be more of the same. Most Nepali's only eat two meals a day due to a lack of money.<br /><br />Pollution here is a big problem. People often wear masks to shield them from the dirty air. It is difficult to see the hills that are just beyond the volunteer house. There are no real public garbage cans here and people just throw their garbage on the ground. As Sarah and Pam say, "There is rubbish everywhere!" It is very dirty and sad. Many homes don't have running water and virtually none have washers for their clothes. All showers are cold because it is too expensive to heat the water. I can't wait until I ge into the country and they air is a little bit lighter. The poverty slaps me in the face everywhere I go, but the people seem happy and don't seem to notice the conditions they live in because it is normal to them. Nobody owns a car unless they use it to make money as a Taxi. At most a family might own a motorbike, but most people walk and take taxis or minis.<br /><br />The most surprising thing about Nepal so far is that they are dogs everywhere. They are all medium sized dogs who are lethargic and look like they could use an extra meal or two and clean bowl of water. I want to take them all home with me. At night they come alive and all I can hear is dogs barking over music and people talking in the alley.<br /><br />The exchange rate here is 77/1 and my $100 got me 7,700 rupees. Most things here are very inexpensive. For example, a plate of momo at the little restraurant down the street cost 25 rupees and a coke is 15 rupees. A nice meal might cost me a $1US at most. In the city things a more, but still relatively inexpensive. My skirt today cost 400 rupees, $5.20 US.<br /><br />I talked to Michael about how to spend the money that was donated and we are going to meet about it tomorrow. I want him to tell me the best way the money can be spent and go from their. He thought it would be better to spend in on something special for the girls that would be out of reach otherwise and I thought that was a great idea. I'll keep you posted on what is decided after we talk.<br /><br />I tried calling home over the past two days but the phones have been down or the person on the other end can't hear me even though I can hear them. I talked with Mom today briefly and had a broken conversation with Justin. It is on 2 rupees per minute to call home but the connection is unreliable at best so I'm relying on email to communicate.<br /><br />I'll probably leave for my teaching placement on Thursday or Friday, so I'll try to post again before I leave, assuming their is power.<br /><br />I'm missing everyone terribly, but am starting to feel a little more normal now that I'm adjusting to the time and feeling more confident in my surroundings. I hope everyone is well and that Stoli and Maddie are keeping Justin company at night! Love, L<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Miss Handyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14846315535817339320noreply@blogger.com3