Right after Auschwitz and Birkenau, our driver took us to the Wieliczka Salt Mines. The mine is huge and the tour only takes you to about 1% of all the mine... yet, the tour takes between 2 and 3 hours! We went as far as 130 meters bellow the surface. The temperature in the mine is constantly between 14 add 16 degrees Celsius because of the ventilation system inside. What is wonderful about the mine though, is that it was open for over 800 years! And in the process, huge chambers were excavated that are now like an underground museum. On the ceilings you can see stalactites of salt and salt formations that look like cauliflowers. In addition, there are dozens of statues carved out of rock salt, which were made mostly by the miners themselves throughout the centuries, NOT by professional artists. What's more is that there are a great number of chapels inside and even a cathedral made entirely of rock salt! The floor of it is carved as if it was tile, but in reality it is a single HUUUUGE sheet of rock salt (well, not a sheet, but you know what I mean... it is solid with no divisions). The altar of the cathedral is quite beautiful, as are the statues and even the chandeliers which are ALSO made of rock salt. My camera was running low on battery, but fortunately it made it till the end of the trip. I am really glad I went, and I want to thank Chopin, his family, and Anya G for suggesting that I go there :)
After the mines we kind of had an easy night, and on Sunday we had another great day. I went to Mass in the early afternoon, which was very nice. I had already visited the church on my own before and had the chance to admire the beautiful art inside of it, so I could focus on the Mass and in prayer instead (I will post the pictures soon). After that, we decided to walk to the Jewish quarter of the town with the help of a booklet a girl lent us. However, when we got there, we were able to join a free walking tour, which was really nice because we got the chance to hear some awesome stories and legends about the cities. After the tour we tried to go into one of the Synagogues, but they charged for the entrance and the man at the door was really rude so we decided not to go inside. Instead, we went for lunch and we had a great time. We had been living basically on toast with butter and jam for the last couple of days (we were trying to save money), so it was REALLY nice to eat chicken kebab! Lol!! In the evening I worked on my schoolwork for several hours while the girls went shopping, and at night we decided to go dancing. We went to a small underground club where they were playing techno music. It was a lot of fun, especially because people were respectful (no gross grinding r=or anything of the sort), and it wasn't very full because it was Sunday, so we had a lot of room to dance and just be silly and have fun.
Today we are taking it easy, resting, etc. In a few minutes we are going to go for supper and then we are going to visit the Wawel castle, which is a 15 minute walk form our hostel. We are all packed and everything, so we are just about ready to go. After that we will take our bus to Lviv, and from there we will take either a bus or a train to Ternopil, since there are no direct trips to Ternopil from Krakow (which is weird, since there are trip here, but oh well).
I must say, I have really enjoyed this trip with Jen and Jessica very, very much. We have had a great time together and I think this has been a bit of a bonding experience for us. I feel like we have become better friends, and I am very glad about that. They tease me all the time about this or that, hahahaha, and I tease them too, lol, so we have been laughing all the time and it's just been a riot!
When we come back we are planning on preparing for the concert we are organizing at the internat, and I am planning on employing "opperation tooth brush-deodorant" lol... The internat girls really need to learn to use both. I am making a poster and everything... Amanda had already taught them how to use their toothbrushes last year, but they seem to have lost the habit since the staff do not really enforce it, so we'll see how it goes :)
So I think that's it for now. I am glad to be back up to speed with the blog. I will keep you updated, but next week is going to be busy as I need to prepare for my 2 upcoming assignments... Time is flying!! I have so much work to do, but I am so excited for the upcoming weeks :)
Thanks for taking the time to read all of this. I am sorry it took me so long to update the blog. My schedule is more hectic now, so that is why I have not been as consistent. As always, thanks for your comments and your emails. They mean the world to me! Miss you all, love you all. God bless! :D
Monday, July 13, 2009
Auschwitz...
Auschwitz was a very difficult experience. Needless to say, it was very, very sobering. It is kind of weird, because the place looks so sanitized now; you know, there is grass, the sun was shinning… it was a bit hard at first to picture all the horror that took place under my feet half a century ago. We decided to walk on our own and just buy the guidebook because we were trying to save some money. It took us 3 hours to visit the side of the museum. The museum is organized in such a way that you walk around the yard and then enter a number of the different ‘blocks’ or buildings within the compound, each of which has a different display of particular elements of the story. For instance, there were some installations with pictures that told the story of the deportation, others that showed the selection process, others that showed the every day life of prisoners, etc.
As i walked thought he concentration camp many images went through my head. I was walking among the ghosts of millions of suffering people. I saw their pictures; their names written in deportation, selection and execution documents. I saw heaps and heaps of their possessions. Baby clothes, glasses, shoes… and so much suffering. And yet, through all of that, I also saw their love for one another. I think one of the hardest things for me to take in was thinking of the separation that families had to endure. Men being separated from their wives and children, most of whom got sent straight to the gas chambers. I pictured myself as one of them… What their suffering would have been like, to be packed like cattle in the train, not knowing where you are going and paying for your own ticket to your death… Because yeah! They SOLD them their friggin’ train tickets to the camp!! So I pictured their suffering like it was my own. Like I was one of the women there, with little children. Then, when we got to the part of the museum when they talked about the separation of women and children... I just abotu broke down. I had to contain my tears. Just the thought of letting go off the hand of those I love and know I would never see them again... Gulp!! I couldn't help it. I didn't really mean to do that to myself, but that is just what my mind did. And I think it was necessary. I prayed a lot during my visit to the camp. It was very emotionally exhausting to go through all of the displays
The most haunting part of the museum, even more than the gas chambers and crematorium rooms themselves, was one of the blocks where they had on display several rooms, each of it full with different articles that belonged to the people who were exterminated there. There was a room that was decked on both sides with shoes of people. Another one had hundreds of luggage cases, each marked with the identifying information of its owner. Another room was full of prosthetic parts... Those people certainly made it to the gas chambers as soon as they got there... Then, there was a huge pile of eye glasses, all meshed up like rumbled wire. And then, a room full of... children's shoes... There was this tiny little white shoe of a little girl sitting at the front... I shed a tear. The most horrible of the displays, however, was a room that was full of... human hair. the Nazis cut the hair of inmates, particularly of women, and collected it in huge sacks to be used as raw material for textiles... There was a huge roll of 'fabric' which was made of human hair... it was confirmed by forensic research...
Another haunting are of the camp was block 11. That is where a lot of the fire squad executions of individuals took place, and also where a lot of people were tortured. There were these things called 'standing cells' in which they would imprisoned up to 4 people, but they only fitted standing up, and they would leave them there for sometimes days in a row, without food, sanitary facilities, and just a little tiny whole for breathing, so most of them died of suffocation. They also had starvation chambers. I got to see the starvation cell where St. Maximilian Kolbe died... It felt like holy ground. There was a small religious display there in his honour. In the same building took place many of the experiments on humans that the Nazi's engaged in... It was horrifying.
After that we walked into the gas chambers, which looked like nothing more than empty rooms with wholes on the ceiling, from where the Nazis threw pebbles of poison that created the deadly gas. Right outside the chambers were the crematoriums... I have no words to describe the horror of that place...
After Auschwitz, we were taken to Birkenau, which is the other near-by concentration camp where the most gas chambers and barracks were located. They were mostly in ruins as they had been destroyed in the war, as well as the left overs of train tracks. However, many of the barracks were still standing, and we got to walk inside. The barracks were nothing else than wooden planks separating small bunk cells where up to 5 people would sleep. They looked worse than chicken coups. The walls were scratched with names of inmates and with a few dates and pictures of the Star of David...
There is not much else I can say. You can imagine how terrible a place that is. However, I am really glad I went. It really made me appreciate more the past, and as I said before, it helped me identify more deeply with the suffering of the thousands of people who suffered there... It also helped me appreciate more all the sacrifice of those people who fought in the war. I do not like war. I do not appreciate it, and I don't believe that the way WWII was fought was just in terms of Catholic Just War Theory. The reasons for the war were just, but the way it was conducted wasn't (Hiroshima and Nagasaki, anyone?). However, I can appreciate more how necessary the war was, and I wish our generation could learn more from the past and stop perpetrating the horrors of war in the present...
Anyway, the day did not end up on that grim note, however. Right after Auschwitz and Birkenau, we went to the Wieliczka Salt Mines, and THAT was fantastic! I will tell you about that in my next post. Love you all, miss you all. God bless ...
As i walked thought he concentration camp many images went through my head. I was walking among the ghosts of millions of suffering people. I saw their pictures; their names written in deportation, selection and execution documents. I saw heaps and heaps of their possessions. Baby clothes, glasses, shoes… and so much suffering. And yet, through all of that, I also saw their love for one another. I think one of the hardest things for me to take in was thinking of the separation that families had to endure. Men being separated from their wives and children, most of whom got sent straight to the gas chambers. I pictured myself as one of them… What their suffering would have been like, to be packed like cattle in the train, not knowing where you are going and paying for your own ticket to your death… Because yeah! They SOLD them their friggin’ train tickets to the camp!! So I pictured their suffering like it was my own. Like I was one of the women there, with little children. Then, when we got to the part of the museum when they talked about the separation of women and children... I just abotu broke down. I had to contain my tears. Just the thought of letting go off the hand of those I love and know I would never see them again... Gulp!! I couldn't help it. I didn't really mean to do that to myself, but that is just what my mind did. And I think it was necessary. I prayed a lot during my visit to the camp. It was very emotionally exhausting to go through all of the displays
The most haunting part of the museum, even more than the gas chambers and crematorium rooms themselves, was one of the blocks where they had on display several rooms, each of it full with different articles that belonged to the people who were exterminated there. There was a room that was decked on both sides with shoes of people. Another one had hundreds of luggage cases, each marked with the identifying information of its owner. Another room was full of prosthetic parts... Those people certainly made it to the gas chambers as soon as they got there... Then, there was a huge pile of eye glasses, all meshed up like rumbled wire. And then, a room full of... children's shoes... There was this tiny little white shoe of a little girl sitting at the front... I shed a tear. The most horrible of the displays, however, was a room that was full of... human hair. the Nazis cut the hair of inmates, particularly of women, and collected it in huge sacks to be used as raw material for textiles... There was a huge roll of 'fabric' which was made of human hair... it was confirmed by forensic research...
Another haunting are of the camp was block 11. That is where a lot of the fire squad executions of individuals took place, and also where a lot of people were tortured. There were these things called 'standing cells' in which they would imprisoned up to 4 people, but they only fitted standing up, and they would leave them there for sometimes days in a row, without food, sanitary facilities, and just a little tiny whole for breathing, so most of them died of suffocation. They also had starvation chambers. I got to see the starvation cell where St. Maximilian Kolbe died... It felt like holy ground. There was a small religious display there in his honour. In the same building took place many of the experiments on humans that the Nazi's engaged in... It was horrifying.
After that we walked into the gas chambers, which looked like nothing more than empty rooms with wholes on the ceiling, from where the Nazis threw pebbles of poison that created the deadly gas. Right outside the chambers were the crematoriums... I have no words to describe the horror of that place...
After Auschwitz, we were taken to Birkenau, which is the other near-by concentration camp where the most gas chambers and barracks were located. They were mostly in ruins as they had been destroyed in the war, as well as the left overs of train tracks. However, many of the barracks were still standing, and we got to walk inside. The barracks were nothing else than wooden planks separating small bunk cells where up to 5 people would sleep. They looked worse than chicken coups. The walls were scratched with names of inmates and with a few dates and pictures of the Star of David...
There is not much else I can say. You can imagine how terrible a place that is. However, I am really glad I went. It really made me appreciate more the past, and as I said before, it helped me identify more deeply with the suffering of the thousands of people who suffered there... It also helped me appreciate more all the sacrifice of those people who fought in the war. I do not like war. I do not appreciate it, and I don't believe that the way WWII was fought was just in terms of Catholic Just War Theory. The reasons for the war were just, but the way it was conducted wasn't (Hiroshima and Nagasaki, anyone?). However, I can appreciate more how necessary the war was, and I wish our generation could learn more from the past and stop perpetrating the horrors of war in the present...
Anyway, the day did not end up on that grim note, however. Right after Auschwitz and Birkenau, we went to the Wieliczka Salt Mines, and THAT was fantastic! I will tell you about that in my next post. Love you all, miss you all. God bless ...
Poland. For the second time! :D :D :D
Dear everyone,
I am sorry I have taken so long to blog again. The last few days have been fantastic, but I have been so busy I have not had the chance to blog! Last time I told you about the files of the girls. The weekend after that was pretty busy for me with schoolwork, but I also got to talk to a couple of friends and to my parents on webcam, which was awesome :D
Monday was a quiet day at the internat. Tuesday, however, was quite exciting, as Bogdan, the man who is in charge of the little auditorium at the internat, organized a party for the girls. I bought balloons for the girls the day before, and Bogdan organized a balloon tossing game. He also organized a few other singing and skipping games, and he brought a whole box of wafer cookies for the girls. After that, he build up a fire and we just played around the playground for a while. The next day was our third excursion, but Jen was not feeling that great so Jessica and I took the girls on our own. It was a pretty relaxed excursion, very similar to the first one we had, with ice cream, swings, animal zoo and park. That evening I did some more studying and chatting on msn for a while, and then, at 4:00 am, I headed for the train station to meet Jen and Jessica for our trip to Poland! That's right! Poland again!
This time, however, it was the three of us, and it was an awesome experience. We had hoped to leave on Thursday evening to spend more time in Ternopil with the girls, but unfortunately there were no other trains except for the one leaving on Thursday at 4:00am. The train ride was 12 hours, and it was overall very smooth. We arrived at Krakow at around 4:00 pm on Thursday, July 9. The only down side was that I accidentally left my blue sweater that my brother Antonio gave me for Christmas in the train :( I was really upset about it for a while, at least until I was able to talk to him on msn and apologize :(
We actually got off the train a bit early, but it turned out great because we met this guy, whose name was Michael Wallace, who was very kind and took the trouble to help up buy tran tickets and take us all the way to our hostel! It was so very nice of him!! :D Our hostel's name was "Hocus Pocus" lol... It was located at the top floor of a building smack in the middle of Krakow's Old Town centre. So as you can imagine, the location was fantastic and we could walk everywhere from here. The doorm turned out to be a co-ed dorm, which weirded me out a bit at first. However, everybody is very respectful, and in the end it was just like camping with a bunch of guy and girl friends, except we all had comfy beds! Lol. We chose this hostel because of its location but also because it offered free breakfast AND it had wireless internet, which I was supremely pleased about :P Even though we spent most of our time out and about, I was also able to get some schoolwork done and talk to a friend on msn for a bit, so that was fantastic.
The first day was pretty chill. We just walked around the center, watched a few street performers, and became familiar with the area. It is quite beautiful here; very pituresque. The local basilica, St. Mary's Church, is quite beautiful and it sits right on the center. There are sooooooo many turists here, many of them from England, so besically everyone here speaks English, which is great. We have managed to buy things, get to places, etc. without any trouble due to the language. In fact, I have even made some friends here at the hostel, and I have added them on facebook to keep in touch with them. I met a girl who also goes to the University of Waterloo! She recognized me from my job at the St. Jerome's University Library, hahahaha. So it has been quite a social experience for me, as you can imagine.
On Friday, we took off to explore the city. First we went to buy our bus tickets back to Ukraine, and after that we stumbled upon a mall, so we walked through it for a while. After that we came back to the hostel and hung out for a bit, then went out again and took another walk around the city. In the evening, Jen and Jessica went on a tran party (like a pub crawl) with a bunch of people from different hostels. Since I don't drink and the pub scene isn't really for me, I decided to stay, get some work done, and chat with friends online :D Despite my quiet night, I actually had a great night :D I also got to meet some of the people at the hostel and to hear where they were all traveling and such. I met quite a few people from Britain, but also some from Spain, Jersey, South Africa, etc.
Saturday was intense. That is when Jessica, Jen and I went to Auschwitz and the Wieliczka Salt Mines... We hired a van to take us there, and our driver was very nice. His name was Lukas, and he was about our age. Hmmm... I think this is a good place for a break in this blog entry. I think that Auschwitz deserves its own entry... And so does the mine!
Because of time's sake, I will not post any pictures here (at least not now), but feel free to visit my facebook albums. I haven't posted them yet as they are still incomplete because Jen, Jessica and I are doing some picture exchanges (due to battery issues lol), but there will be a lot of pictures to see. I have over 200 picture of just of Poland so far, and 60 others of the internat, so that should keep you busy and entertained for a while, hahaha. I will have those up sometime today o tomorrow after I get home. So now on to Auschwitz.... Miss you all, love you all. God bless.
I am sorry I have taken so long to blog again. The last few days have been fantastic, but I have been so busy I have not had the chance to blog! Last time I told you about the files of the girls. The weekend after that was pretty busy for me with schoolwork, but I also got to talk to a couple of friends and to my parents on webcam, which was awesome :D
Monday was a quiet day at the internat. Tuesday, however, was quite exciting, as Bogdan, the man who is in charge of the little auditorium at the internat, organized a party for the girls. I bought balloons for the girls the day before, and Bogdan organized a balloon tossing game. He also organized a few other singing and skipping games, and he brought a whole box of wafer cookies for the girls. After that, he build up a fire and we just played around the playground for a while. The next day was our third excursion, but Jen was not feeling that great so Jessica and I took the girls on our own. It was a pretty relaxed excursion, very similar to the first one we had, with ice cream, swings, animal zoo and park. That evening I did some more studying and chatting on msn for a while, and then, at 4:00 am, I headed for the train station to meet Jen and Jessica for our trip to Poland! That's right! Poland again!
This time, however, it was the three of us, and it was an awesome experience. We had hoped to leave on Thursday evening to spend more time in Ternopil with the girls, but unfortunately there were no other trains except for the one leaving on Thursday at 4:00am. The train ride was 12 hours, and it was overall very smooth. We arrived at Krakow at around 4:00 pm on Thursday, July 9. The only down side was that I accidentally left my blue sweater that my brother Antonio gave me for Christmas in the train :( I was really upset about it for a while, at least until I was able to talk to him on msn and apologize :(
We actually got off the train a bit early, but it turned out great because we met this guy, whose name was Michael Wallace, who was very kind and took the trouble to help up buy tran tickets and take us all the way to our hostel! It was so very nice of him!! :D Our hostel's name was "Hocus Pocus" lol... It was located at the top floor of a building smack in the middle of Krakow's Old Town centre. So as you can imagine, the location was fantastic and we could walk everywhere from here. The doorm turned out to be a co-ed dorm, which weirded me out a bit at first. However, everybody is very respectful, and in the end it was just like camping with a bunch of guy and girl friends, except we all had comfy beds! Lol. We chose this hostel because of its location but also because it offered free breakfast AND it had wireless internet, which I was supremely pleased about :P Even though we spent most of our time out and about, I was also able to get some schoolwork done and talk to a friend on msn for a bit, so that was fantastic.
The first day was pretty chill. We just walked around the center, watched a few street performers, and became familiar with the area. It is quite beautiful here; very pituresque. The local basilica, St. Mary's Church, is quite beautiful and it sits right on the center. There are sooooooo many turists here, many of them from England, so besically everyone here speaks English, which is great. We have managed to buy things, get to places, etc. without any trouble due to the language. In fact, I have even made some friends here at the hostel, and I have added them on facebook to keep in touch with them. I met a girl who also goes to the University of Waterloo! She recognized me from my job at the St. Jerome's University Library, hahahaha. So it has been quite a social experience for me, as you can imagine.
On Friday, we took off to explore the city. First we went to buy our bus tickets back to Ukraine, and after that we stumbled upon a mall, so we walked through it for a while. After that we came back to the hostel and hung out for a bit, then went out again and took another walk around the city. In the evening, Jen and Jessica went on a tran party (like a pub crawl) with a bunch of people from different hostels. Since I don't drink and the pub scene isn't really for me, I decided to stay, get some work done, and chat with friends online :D Despite my quiet night, I actually had a great night :D I also got to meet some of the people at the hostel and to hear where they were all traveling and such. I met quite a few people from Britain, but also some from Spain, Jersey, South Africa, etc.
Saturday was intense. That is when Jessica, Jen and I went to Auschwitz and the Wieliczka Salt Mines... We hired a van to take us there, and our driver was very nice. His name was Lukas, and he was about our age. Hmmm... I think this is a good place for a break in this blog entry. I think that Auschwitz deserves its own entry... And so does the mine!
Because of time's sake, I will not post any pictures here (at least not now), but feel free to visit my facebook albums. I haven't posted them yet as they are still incomplete because Jen, Jessica and I are doing some picture exchanges (due to battery issues lol), but there will be a lot of pictures to see. I have over 200 picture of just of Poland so far, and 60 others of the internat, so that should keep you busy and entertained for a while, hahaha. I will have those up sometime today o tomorrow after I get home. So now on to Auschwitz.... Miss you all, love you all. God bless.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Face to Face with the Cold Truth
Yesterday was a difficult day. We got special permision to look at the files of all of the internat's girls, in order to learn a little bit more about each of them. With the help of Luba, one of the staff members, and with Orest serving as our translator, we got to read through each of the girls' files, which contained information about their name, their birth, etc. We went through each of them, looking at their old passports and their pictures of when they were little. Luba helped us by filling in the blanks, explaining to us little bits about the family situation of each girl, as well as telling us some of the terribly sad stories of some of these girls. We knew we should have expected this from the beginning, but no matter how much you prepare yourself, it is still very hard to take, even though Luba was minimally descriptive in most cases.
Practically all of these girls have some form of dissability. There are a couple exeptions, but when this is the case, there story usually includes family abuse. As we read through the names I made a list of them, and soon we were flooded with the one or two-sentence stories of these little ones. Their family histories? They went something like this: abandoned at birth; abandoned due to pregnancy being the result of incest; mother attempted abortion but baby survived, mother deserted her; both parents died; parents lost custody; parents alcoholics/drug addicts/etc.; previously adopted at age 3 but brough back at age 6, when dissability was discovered; mother died, father unknown; parents have mental illness, unable to care for her; etc.... Some girls have parents who visit them; or some this means once a year or on holidays, but others are a bit more lucky and their parents visit them regularly; they just simply can't take care of a disabled child on their own, although my questions as to why vary, depending on each girl. For some of them may be poverty or family conflict, but I would not be surprised in the least if in many cases it was simply a result of prejudice, because many of these girls' mental disabilities are so minimal that they can live a perfectly normal life, and the same goes for the ones who have physical deformities, whether they are minor or major.
All four of us (Orest, Jen, Jessica and I), worked with Luba together. Jessica took pictures of the girls' photos so that we could match the faces with the info, Orest translated what Luba was saying, Jen copied a list that told us when each girl was born (or was it when each girl got to the internat? I am not sure now! ??), and I made a list with each girls' name and date of birth. This was very helpful because hald the time it is complete guess work when it comes to knowing the girls' ages (remember I mentioned how many of them look much younger than they really are?). The process did not take very long (only about an hour and a half), but it took a huge toll on all of us. Despite of the minimal detail given on each girl's family history, we could just about imagine what they must have gone through. Abandoned at birth. Returned after adoption. Survived an abortion. Even "parents lost custody" is heart wrenching, because there must have been pretty serious reasons why that happened. And of the 67 girls who live here, and all the ones who have lived here before and have grown up, none of them have been adopted (with the exception of one, but as I mentioned before, that didn't stick), nor do they have any hopes of that ever happening. These are unwanted kids.
Orest had to leave soon after, and the three of us remained a little while longer. However, we were all in a bad mood. Not with each other, of course, just with the situation. I wanted to just walk away. I wanted to walk home, and at first I seriously considered it, because I wanted to do some thinking, but then, considering I had my laptop on me and I was wearing flip-flops, I decided it'd be smarter for me to take the bus, and that is what I did. Jennifer and Jessica did walk home (for them it is a much longer walk than mine). I thought a lot on the bus back, and on my walk from the bus stop to my house. All I could think of is how much I want these girls to feel loved. I think that knowing their stories has made me feel an even deeper appreciation for their smiles and their energy; I cannot believe what some of these little ones have gone through, and are still able to play, and laugh, and be at least somewhat happy. But I know they feel very alone; very unloved. You can tell from the way they crave to be touched, and hugged, and from their competition with one another for our attention. Each girl takes it differently, some being huge attention seekers, others hiding in a corner; but you can tell that for all of them, they are just hungry for love. At times, when you are least expecting it, a girl will come to you, and will give you a hug. And she will just stay there, in your arms, for a loooooooong time. It happens so often with me, and when it does, I just put everything into that hug, and I pray for that little girl. For her future.
Because of this that I am mentioning, that I can see their desperate need for love and attention, I have grown quite tolerant with certain things that used to really bother me before or that I simply had a hard time with. For example, something simple like letting the girls borrow my camera to take pictures is something that was originally not comfortable with at all. You know how it is, cameras are expensive and it is not ideal to have little ones running around with it, all wanting to use it at once. However, little by little I taught them (not all of them, of course, but at least the ones who are interested in playing with my camera) how to use it, and I showed them how to be careful with it and how to share it calmly without ripping it from each others' hands. It still gets messy sometimes, hahahaha, but it has gotten so much better, and seeing their delighted faces when I let them use it is just priceless. This is also why I have a million repeat pictures in my albums, hahahahaha, and why I have ended up being in so many pictures. Most of the pictures you have seen of me at the iternat have been taken by them hahahaha. They are getting quite good at taking pictures, so much so that I often don't even look at them before upload them, although that has come to backfire a few times hahahahahaha. Wow, that was a long tangent lol, sorry. Anyway, the point is that I have learned to be less concerned about petty stuff like them getting my camera scratched and to concentrate more on how to bring them joy. I am still a LOOOOONG way to go, but I feel more comfortable with things like that.
Another thing that I have grown accustomed to is to things that are usually pretty gross, but still need to get done. For instance, I don't know if you remember that I have mentioned that there is one little girl whose nose constantly looks like Niagara Falls. It is terrible. Her nose is ALWAYS dirty, and it is the really repulsive green kind of nose dirt, not just the clear stuff (sorry about the descroption, lol). So ANYWAY, ever since that first day when I cleaned her nose with that awful rag they gave me (after I washed it, or course, since when they gave it to me to clean her nose it was crunchy and dirty), I have been making an effort to keep her nose clean constantly. I have brought kleenexes and toilet paper with me, and that makes it easier. Orest is also very diligent keeping an eye on her, and so are Jen and Jessica. I just wish so badly that the staff got the point (which at first I though they had ever since Jessica told them, but unfortunately it didn't stick), because otherwise once we leave it will go back to the same old thing.
So anyway... after so many long tangents, the point I am trying to make is that I don't want to let my petty sensitivities get in the way of letting me give my best to them. It is so hard at times. I feel so emotionally (and physically) exhausted so much of the time, and there are days that are just veyr frustrating, but I think that is the point. After reading those files though, I think I have gotten a little stronger - that is, after feeling completely weak and helpless, if that makes any sense. I guess what I mean is that now I have an even greater desire to work hard for them, and to give them as much love as I can while I am here. I guess I am getting repetitive, so I will leave it at that. I am just starting to feel, however, how difficult it is going to leave this place. I have a couple of things that I am REALLY looking forward to when I come back to Canada, but even with that, it is going to be tough, because I know I will leave a part of my heart behind.
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Today I was supposed to go to a village with my host family to visit this particular little church, but our plans got frustrated when the fridge broke and Mama Ola had to stay home today for the repairman to come. Krystina and I though of maybe still going by ourselves, but with the weather threatening for heavy rain at the village, we decided not to go. I considered going to the internat instead, but I decided to stay home instead just to give myself sometime to digest all that we had taken in yesterday. Jen and Jessica went to Lviv today as well, and we had already told the girls we weren't coming, so I don't feel as guilty not going. I think it would be very tough to go by myself today after yesterday. I am in a weird mood. I am not really sad, or angry, or anything of the sort. I think I am just frustrated with reality, but that is to be expected, of course. Overall I feel pretty good inside, that is to say, I don't feel down like I felt yesterday, mainly because I spent a lot of time talking to a very good friend last night and that really helped bring my mood up. I think I am just thoughtful right now, trying to assimilate everything and making it part of this experience. For the rest of the day I will just concentrate on schoolwork and Monday's upcomming assigment, catching up on my sleep (since I it seems that sleep depravation is a permanent condition for me now, hahaha), and maybe taking some extra time to reflect on the last month of my stay here. I finished the Captain Catholic series (there are a total of 7 episode plus 3 short movies), so I guess I will have to find myself another destressor, hahaha.
My plans for tomorrow are the same as for today, but Sunday should be fun because Jen and Jessica are coming at 3 pm and we are watching a movie, picking raspberries, and planning for our trip to Auschwitz. So with that, I leave you for now. Thanks again for taking the time to read my ramblings, and thank you for all your comments, emails, and the like. I hope you are enjoying my photo albums (and please let me know if you are being able to open them properly). Love you all, miss you all. God bless!
Practically all of these girls have some form of dissability. There are a couple exeptions, but when this is the case, there story usually includes family abuse. As we read through the names I made a list of them, and soon we were flooded with the one or two-sentence stories of these little ones. Their family histories? They went something like this: abandoned at birth; abandoned due to pregnancy being the result of incest; mother attempted abortion but baby survived, mother deserted her; both parents died; parents lost custody; parents alcoholics/drug addicts/etc.; previously adopted at age 3 but brough back at age 6, when dissability was discovered; mother died, father unknown; parents have mental illness, unable to care for her; etc.... Some girls have parents who visit them; or some this means once a year or on holidays, but others are a bit more lucky and their parents visit them regularly; they just simply can't take care of a disabled child on their own, although my questions as to why vary, depending on each girl. For some of them may be poverty or family conflict, but I would not be surprised in the least if in many cases it was simply a result of prejudice, because many of these girls' mental disabilities are so minimal that they can live a perfectly normal life, and the same goes for the ones who have physical deformities, whether they are minor or major.
All four of us (Orest, Jen, Jessica and I), worked with Luba together. Jessica took pictures of the girls' photos so that we could match the faces with the info, Orest translated what Luba was saying, Jen copied a list that told us when each girl was born (or was it when each girl got to the internat? I am not sure now! ??), and I made a list with each girls' name and date of birth. This was very helpful because hald the time it is complete guess work when it comes to knowing the girls' ages (remember I mentioned how many of them look much younger than they really are?). The process did not take very long (only about an hour and a half), but it took a huge toll on all of us. Despite of the minimal detail given on each girl's family history, we could just about imagine what they must have gone through. Abandoned at birth. Returned after adoption. Survived an abortion. Even "parents lost custody" is heart wrenching, because there must have been pretty serious reasons why that happened. And of the 67 girls who live here, and all the ones who have lived here before and have grown up, none of them have been adopted (with the exception of one, but as I mentioned before, that didn't stick), nor do they have any hopes of that ever happening. These are unwanted kids.
Orest had to leave soon after, and the three of us remained a little while longer. However, we were all in a bad mood. Not with each other, of course, just with the situation. I wanted to just walk away. I wanted to walk home, and at first I seriously considered it, because I wanted to do some thinking, but then, considering I had my laptop on me and I was wearing flip-flops, I decided it'd be smarter for me to take the bus, and that is what I did. Jennifer and Jessica did walk home (for them it is a much longer walk than mine). I thought a lot on the bus back, and on my walk from the bus stop to my house. All I could think of is how much I want these girls to feel loved. I think that knowing their stories has made me feel an even deeper appreciation for their smiles and their energy; I cannot believe what some of these little ones have gone through, and are still able to play, and laugh, and be at least somewhat happy. But I know they feel very alone; very unloved. You can tell from the way they crave to be touched, and hugged, and from their competition with one another for our attention. Each girl takes it differently, some being huge attention seekers, others hiding in a corner; but you can tell that for all of them, they are just hungry for love. At times, when you are least expecting it, a girl will come to you, and will give you a hug. And she will just stay there, in your arms, for a loooooooong time. It happens so often with me, and when it does, I just put everything into that hug, and I pray for that little girl. For her future.
Because of this that I am mentioning, that I can see their desperate need for love and attention, I have grown quite tolerant with certain things that used to really bother me before or that I simply had a hard time with. For example, something simple like letting the girls borrow my camera to take pictures is something that was originally not comfortable with at all. You know how it is, cameras are expensive and it is not ideal to have little ones running around with it, all wanting to use it at once. However, little by little I taught them (not all of them, of course, but at least the ones who are interested in playing with my camera) how to use it, and I showed them how to be careful with it and how to share it calmly without ripping it from each others' hands. It still gets messy sometimes, hahahaha, but it has gotten so much better, and seeing their delighted faces when I let them use it is just priceless. This is also why I have a million repeat pictures in my albums, hahahahaha, and why I have ended up being in so many pictures. Most of the pictures you have seen of me at the iternat have been taken by them hahahaha. They are getting quite good at taking pictures, so much so that I often don't even look at them before upload them, although that has come to backfire a few times hahahahahaha. Wow, that was a long tangent lol, sorry. Anyway, the point is that I have learned to be less concerned about petty stuff like them getting my camera scratched and to concentrate more on how to bring them joy. I am still a LOOOOONG way to go, but I feel more comfortable with things like that.
Another thing that I have grown accustomed to is to things that are usually pretty gross, but still need to get done. For instance, I don't know if you remember that I have mentioned that there is one little girl whose nose constantly looks like Niagara Falls. It is terrible. Her nose is ALWAYS dirty, and it is the really repulsive green kind of nose dirt, not just the clear stuff (sorry about the descroption, lol). So ANYWAY, ever since that first day when I cleaned her nose with that awful rag they gave me (after I washed it, or course, since when they gave it to me to clean her nose it was crunchy and dirty), I have been making an effort to keep her nose clean constantly. I have brought kleenexes and toilet paper with me, and that makes it easier. Orest is also very diligent keeping an eye on her, and so are Jen and Jessica. I just wish so badly that the staff got the point (which at first I though they had ever since Jessica told them, but unfortunately it didn't stick), because otherwise once we leave it will go back to the same old thing.
So anyway... after so many long tangents, the point I am trying to make is that I don't want to let my petty sensitivities get in the way of letting me give my best to them. It is so hard at times. I feel so emotionally (and physically) exhausted so much of the time, and there are days that are just veyr frustrating, but I think that is the point. After reading those files though, I think I have gotten a little stronger - that is, after feeling completely weak and helpless, if that makes any sense. I guess what I mean is that now I have an even greater desire to work hard for them, and to give them as much love as I can while I am here. I guess I am getting repetitive, so I will leave it at that. I am just starting to feel, however, how difficult it is going to leave this place. I have a couple of things that I am REALLY looking forward to when I come back to Canada, but even with that, it is going to be tough, because I know I will leave a part of my heart behind.
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Today I was supposed to go to a village with my host family to visit this particular little church, but our plans got frustrated when the fridge broke and Mama Ola had to stay home today for the repairman to come. Krystina and I though of maybe still going by ourselves, but with the weather threatening for heavy rain at the village, we decided not to go. I considered going to the internat instead, but I decided to stay home instead just to give myself sometime to digest all that we had taken in yesterday. Jen and Jessica went to Lviv today as well, and we had already told the girls we weren't coming, so I don't feel as guilty not going. I think it would be very tough to go by myself today after yesterday. I am in a weird mood. I am not really sad, or angry, or anything of the sort. I think I am just frustrated with reality, but that is to be expected, of course. Overall I feel pretty good inside, that is to say, I don't feel down like I felt yesterday, mainly because I spent a lot of time talking to a very good friend last night and that really helped bring my mood up. I think I am just thoughtful right now, trying to assimilate everything and making it part of this experience. For the rest of the day I will just concentrate on schoolwork and Monday's upcomming assigment, catching up on my sleep (since I it seems that sleep depravation is a permanent condition for me now, hahaha), and maybe taking some extra time to reflect on the last month of my stay here. I finished the Captain Catholic series (there are a total of 7 episode plus 3 short movies), so I guess I will have to find myself another destressor, hahaha.
My plans for tomorrow are the same as for today, but Sunday should be fun because Jen and Jessica are coming at 3 pm and we are watching a movie, picking raspberries, and planning for our trip to Auschwitz. So with that, I leave you for now. Thanks again for taking the time to read my ramblings, and thank you for all your comments, emails, and the like. I hope you are enjoying my photo albums (and please let me know if you are being able to open them properly). Love you all, miss you all. God bless!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Quick Update: Second Excursion, Vira's Documentary, Orest's Visit and Canada Day!!
I feel in a procrastinating mood, so I decided I am going to write a short blog entry ("YEAH, RIGHT", you're thinking lol, but I promise, this one will be short because otherwise someone is going to be disappointed with me :P hahahaha)...
Monday was fun. We took a second batch (hahaha, I said batch) of girls on an excursion, this time to the lake near the center. We first topped at the creepy playground (lol, if you don't know what I mean, I explained it before, but basically, it has some suicide-angled slides lol). We had a bit of fun there while we waited for the boat to come over to the shore. Then, it arrived we went on a pleasant boatride around the lake. I was really hoping to get a tan, hahaha, but that didn't really happen. After that we went into a store for ice cream, we waited around a bit for the bus and we went back to the internat.
Interestingly, though, on our way home we met a girl by the name of Vira who had been working on a short documentary about the girls at the Internat. She spoke English fairly well, and after talking for a bit in the bus, she invited all three of us for supper. So we agreed, took a cab to her place, and got to her house. Her mom was very very very hospitable (to the point of pushy, hahaha). They served us weird food hahaha, and had a bit of conversation. What was great about this little visit, however, was that we got to watch the documentary she had put together. It was still unfinished, as she still had to put English subtitles on it, but she translated it for us. And well... when we watched this documentary.... G U L P ! ! ! I Cannot even describe to you how I felt. Even though I have spent a month with these girls, this documentary showed me hoe very little I really know about them, and especially, how little I know about their pain. When we are together, we are always happy and having fun, so I haven't gotten to see the other side of them... The side that is crying out for help and in so much need of healing. I knew it was there. I knew. But not in this way. I had never seen it. As I watched the video and heard the translations of the things the girls were saying, my heart sank into my stomach. They talked about their dreams, their hopes, their previous suffering. Their loneliness. The pain they usuffer to have been abandoned. (Remember, many of these kids do have parents, but they were dumped at the orphanage because of their dissabilities and other problems.
Just to give you an idea of some of the things they said... One girl said right to the camera "Mom, I miss you", another one "I want to find my mom, but my mom does not want me", and another one "I do have a mom, but I do not want to go back to her"... I cried during the entire documentary. I love these girls so much already, and this just intensified my desire to show them the love they have not received. I just want to show them Christ. I want to give my heart to them. Pray for me so that I may be able to make their lives better, even if just a little.
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The next day was Orest's first visit at the internat. He is going to be our new tutor and translator now, since Oxana (who was supposed to be our tutor) got an awesome opportunity to go to Spain and is leaving. He is going to be coming to the internat for 6 hours a week, which is awesome. And LET ME TELL YOU... the girls LOVED him!! Hahahahahahahahaha!! They don't get to see many boys around, so you can imagine how excited they were, hahahahaha!! He was so good with the girls, and you could tell from his face that he was having a great time, while at the same time experiencing a bit of shock (just like we all did)... **Orest, correct me if I am wrong, hahaha**. Gayla came and we played ball with her for a little while. Then we had some great conversation with her. She told me (and later also Jen and Jessica) about the attrocities that happened in Ternopil during WWII and how it affected the entire community. I don't want to go into the details because they are pretty gruesome, but if you know anything about the war you an pretty much imagine what I am talking about. Gayla is very opinionated in some issues (and I kind of like that hahahaha) which is kind of funny; it is always a joy to talk to her.
Finally, today, since it was Canada Day, we had a special celebration. Jen and Jessica had the great idea of painting the girl's nails in red and white, so I bought some nail polish to have a Canada Day-Manicure party hahaha. I also bought a red eyeliner, with which I drew a maple leaf on the faces of the girls. Jen and I also brought a few flags, and I bought two kilograms of strawberries (cuz you know, they are RED, hahaha) as a treat for the girls. Jen was so kind as to wash the strawberries with a few of the girls while Jess and I painted nails and faces. It was fun. It was also difficult. Some of these girls' nails are either barely existent or in such horrible state that is very difficult to paint them, never mind make them look nice. They do not care, however, and they were having fun being 'girlie girls'. I just smiled the whole time :D One of the girls has a severe deformity in her hands and feet; the middle and ring fingers of her right hand are joined together and so are the nails. Yet, without hesitation she asked for her nails to be painted just like the other girls, which Jessica did gladly. So as you can see, the fun comes with all kinds of surprises! I love it.
Tomorrow we are going to start working on a little project which I will keep secret for the time being. Friday I am going with my host family to a village to visit a special little church (don't ask for more details, cuz I really don't know anything else, hahaha). Saturday will be playing school catch up, just like the rest of today, tomorrow, and Friday evening, and Sunday Jen, Jess and I will be planning for our upcomming trip to Poland (we are going to Krakow, Auschwitz and the Salt Mines), so it will be a fun and busy end of the week!
Yes, yes. I know what you are thinking. "Miri, this is NOT short." Lol. But hey, it is SHORTER than most of my other entries hahahaha. I will leave it at that for now. I will update this with a few pictures, but don't forget that my albums are now available in their full version through the links on the right side panel. Miss you all, love you all, and God bless!
Monday was fun. We took a second batch (hahaha, I said batch) of girls on an excursion, this time to the lake near the center. We first topped at the creepy playground (lol, if you don't know what I mean, I explained it before, but basically, it has some suicide-angled slides lol). We had a bit of fun there while we waited for the boat to come over to the shore. Then, it arrived we went on a pleasant boatride around the lake. I was really hoping to get a tan, hahaha, but that didn't really happen. After that we went into a store for ice cream, we waited around a bit for the bus and we went back to the internat.
Interestingly, though, on our way home we met a girl by the name of Vira who had been working on a short documentary about the girls at the Internat. She spoke English fairly well, and after talking for a bit in the bus, she invited all three of us for supper. So we agreed, took a cab to her place, and got to her house. Her mom was very very very hospitable (to the point of pushy, hahaha). They served us weird food hahaha, and had a bit of conversation. What was great about this little visit, however, was that we got to watch the documentary she had put together. It was still unfinished, as she still had to put English subtitles on it, but she translated it for us. And well... when we watched this documentary.... G U L P ! ! ! I Cannot even describe to you how I felt. Even though I have spent a month with these girls, this documentary showed me hoe very little I really know about them, and especially, how little I know about their pain. When we are together, we are always happy and having fun, so I haven't gotten to see the other side of them... The side that is crying out for help and in so much need of healing. I knew it was there. I knew. But not in this way. I had never seen it. As I watched the video and heard the translations of the things the girls were saying, my heart sank into my stomach. They talked about their dreams, their hopes, their previous suffering. Their loneliness. The pain they usuffer to have been abandoned. (Remember, many of these kids do have parents, but they were dumped at the orphanage because of their dissabilities and other problems.
Just to give you an idea of some of the things they said... One girl said right to the camera "Mom, I miss you", another one "I want to find my mom, but my mom does not want me", and another one "I do have a mom, but I do not want to go back to her"... I cried during the entire documentary. I love these girls so much already, and this just intensified my desire to show them the love they have not received. I just want to show them Christ. I want to give my heart to them. Pray for me so that I may be able to make their lives better, even if just a little.
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The next day was Orest's first visit at the internat. He is going to be our new tutor and translator now, since Oxana (who was supposed to be our tutor) got an awesome opportunity to go to Spain and is leaving. He is going to be coming to the internat for 6 hours a week, which is awesome. And LET ME TELL YOU... the girls LOVED him!! Hahahahahahahahaha!! They don't get to see many boys around, so you can imagine how excited they were, hahahahaha!! He was so good with the girls, and you could tell from his face that he was having a great time, while at the same time experiencing a bit of shock (just like we all did)... **Orest, correct me if I am wrong, hahaha**. Gayla came and we played ball with her for a little while. Then we had some great conversation with her. She told me (and later also Jen and Jessica) about the attrocities that happened in Ternopil during WWII and how it affected the entire community. I don't want to go into the details because they are pretty gruesome, but if you know anything about the war you an pretty much imagine what I am talking about. Gayla is very opinionated in some issues (and I kind of like that hahahaha) which is kind of funny; it is always a joy to talk to her.
Finally, today, since it was Canada Day, we had a special celebration. Jen and Jessica had the great idea of painting the girl's nails in red and white, so I bought some nail polish to have a Canada Day-Manicure party hahaha. I also bought a red eyeliner, with which I drew a maple leaf on the faces of the girls. Jen and I also brought a few flags, and I bought two kilograms of strawberries (cuz you know, they are RED, hahaha) as a treat for the girls. Jen was so kind as to wash the strawberries with a few of the girls while Jess and I painted nails and faces. It was fun. It was also difficult. Some of these girls' nails are either barely existent or in such horrible state that is very difficult to paint them, never mind make them look nice. They do not care, however, and they were having fun being 'girlie girls'. I just smiled the whole time :D One of the girls has a severe deformity in her hands and feet; the middle and ring fingers of her right hand are joined together and so are the nails. Yet, without hesitation she asked for her nails to be painted just like the other girls, which Jessica did gladly. So as you can see, the fun comes with all kinds of surprises! I love it.
Tomorrow we are going to start working on a little project which I will keep secret for the time being. Friday I am going with my host family to a village to visit a special little church (don't ask for more details, cuz I really don't know anything else, hahaha). Saturday will be playing school catch up, just like the rest of today, tomorrow, and Friday evening, and Sunday Jen, Jess and I will be planning for our upcomming trip to Poland (we are going to Krakow, Auschwitz and the Salt Mines), so it will be a fun and busy end of the week!
Yes, yes. I know what you are thinking. "Miri, this is NOT short." Lol. But hey, it is SHORTER than most of my other entries hahahaha. I will leave it at that for now. I will update this with a few pictures, but don't forget that my albums are now available in their full version through the links on the right side panel. Miss you all, love you all, and God bless!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
First Excursion Day with the girls!! (And random musings about my stressful schoolwork)
Wednesday was my first day back at the internat after my trip to Poland. I arrived in Ternopil at 4:00 am, like I mentioned before, and I slept for a few hours before going to see the girls. Jen, Jessica and I had planned to take a few of the girls on a small excursion to the park, so no matter how tired I was I did not want to miss it for the world!! I called Jen in the morning and asked her what time we were supposed to meet, as I did not have the details. She said maybe we would take them at 1:00 pm so I could stay home and sleep in a little. That unfortunately did not happen because as it turned out the staff had told the girls we would take them at 10:00 am, so Jen called me back and suggested that I met them at the university (in front of which is the park) at 11:15 am. That was nice as it let me sleep for at least one more hour :P She called me soon after though, since they got to the university 1/2 hour earlier than accorded, but unfortunately by that time I was in the shower and it was too late, so even though I took a cab and tried to make it as soon as I could, I still ended up being there at 11:15am! I felt bad that they had to wait for me, but there was nothing I could do. The cab ride was kind of sketch and the driver took me on this weird, long, complicated ridiculous ride all around the outside of the city... which DID NOT need to happen, and I think he did it just to charge me more. He probaly assumed I did not know how to get to the university and he jipped me! :( Even though he spoke a bit of English, fact that he was accompanied by another man in the front seat made me a little nervous, since I we ended up going rather far and I was alone... Finally, and 20 hryvina later, I made it to the university, and the girls received me with a chorus that Jen and Jessica taught them, saying "Finally!" :S Oh well... from then on, the day went pretty well.
We went to the grocery store, where the girls each got a bar of ice cream, curtesy of the Students for Development grant hahaha! They were having a great time! A few of them also had a bit of their own money, so they bougth themselves some weird tasting corn puffs. Something we found funny (but also very sad at the same time) was that Jessica had a banana that got horribly squished in her backpack, and when she was about to throw it out, Alina 'Boss' went, "Noooooo!!!!", and then she took the banana from Jessica and proceeded to eat it, sharing half of it with another girl... They took it like it was some kind of delicious candy, licking the peel till there was not even the banana strings left on it! (you know what I mean, right?) Considering the kind of food these girls have to eat every day, it doesn't half surprise me. That teaches us North Americans a lesson: Do not waste food!! For these girls, a snack constitutes a couple slices of plain semi-hard bread. No butter, no jam, no anything. So think about it twice next time you open your fridge and think "There's nothing to eat!"
After the ice cream, we finally headed towards the park, and we came across an awesome little zoo, kind of like the one that is at Waterloo park, except it had some pretty awesome HORSES!! (I LOVE HORSES!!!) The girls started to pick up grass and feeding the horses, and I of course, joined in!!! I also got to pet them, which was awesome! They were beautiful!! Did I mention I love horses?? Hahahaha! I think I was having even a greater time than the girls were!! Hahaha. Ok, I am getting carried away. Back to the story. I took a few pictures, and the nice thing is that Luda allowed me to take pictures with her too! Luda did not like us (the Canadians) when we first arrived and she used to be mean, cold and standoffish with us, but even since the face painting day she opened up, and at the park she was in an awesome mood! It was sweet!
We walked along, with one of the horses following us, asking for more food, hahaha, and on the other side of the same zoo cage there were some sort of albino-looking raindeer. They were so cute! Further down we came accross a set of really large swings and a bumper car station. Two of the older girls went on the bumper cars, and the other five went onthe swings. They were having a great time, and that made me very happy. After taht, we walked back to the university, took a really crowded bus back to the internat, and shorty after we went home. Jen, Jessica and I talked about making plans to go to Poland, and afterwards each of us went home.
I spent that entire evening working on an assignemt for my logic course, trying to hand it in before its due date, which was at midnight, Ontario time. I worked up till 4:30 am, but I still couldn't finish. I was so exhausted that I couldn't concentrate very well on the material, which I find rather difficult. So the next day, when woke up at 8:00 am I was feeling really really really crummy, and I ended up not going to the internat at all. I called Jessica to let her know, and then I slept for one more hour before I got up to continue with my schoolwork. I was hoping to finish my assignment soon so that I could work on my budget, as Jen and Jessica have been putting a lot of pressure on me to spend the money of my grant. Particularly, they want to spend the money on excursions and that sort of thing, but I have to be careful how I spend the money because even though it souds like a lot, it is incredibly how fast the money can slip if I am not careful (especially considering how much of it is had to go to my ticket, insurance, the Ukrainian lessons, room and board, etc). I have a few projects in mind working alongside the churches, but I will have to use a translator for that, and I am not sure how much that is going to take. So I have to be careful. So anyway, those were the sort of things that were on my mind and that I wanted to take care of.
However, I did not end up having any time for working on my budget. The material for this assignment was 3 times as much as I had originally expected in terms of how long the lecture notes and the readings for them were, and the material itself was very difficult, since I don't think the notes were clear at all... If I had known how much work this was going to be, I would have done a lot more of it while I was in Poland! (I did do some work , but clearly not enough!!) So in the end, I ended up spending the WHOLE day working, did not get any rest, and ended up pulling an all-nighter. That is to say, I did not sleep at all until the next morning... and still, I handed in the assignment what would have been 2 days late... that SUCKS! That is 20% taken off right of the bat, and since I think I did very poorly in it, I probably failed the assignment... THAT will be a first! :( However, it is over now and I whatever happens, happens. I have always been a good student, so I guess I can take a hit for once in my life. I will just have to make up for it... I am just worried about the final... I will have to study very very hard for it!
So anyway, Friday I went back to the internat, and it was fun. I brought some of the toys Chopin's family had sent, and played with the little girls for a bit. Then, the nice old man who works at the internat and who is in charge of the little auditorium room, let us go inside of it and play music on the stereo! I had brought some of my old-school 90s dance music, and so we had an awesome dance party! Some of the girls prentended to be singers, and Rosa even tried to do a bit of break-dancing for us! It was hilarious!! Hahaha....
After that, I went with Jen and Jessica to the unversity to use the internet and find out a bit about our Poland trip. I found and awesome tour company that does tours to Auschwitz and the Salt Mine, but the girls did not seem that interested in booking it ahead of time. This company does not ask for prepayment though, so I think it would still be a good idea. Since Chopin is also coming, I will discuss it with him and see what he wants to do :) He said he would be love to go to the mines, so I think him and I might take a little side trip while the girls visit Krakow. Even still though, I thnk it will be cool to go to Auschwitz with them! It will be a group experience :D
Taking 3 full courses, plus the one that requires me to blog (which I enjoy :) ) is a lot f work and a lot of pressure when you are also volunteering and trying to get events going. However, when Jen asked me if I would have rather not done it, I cannot say that that is the case. I enjoy my schoolwork, I just don't enjoy the fact that I am always playing catch up because of how far behind I fell when I was preparing for my trip... I am the type of person who loves being busy, and I love school and learning, so it is not so bad. Plus, I REALLY want to graduate by December, and this is going to allow me to do that. If I had not been able to take courses, I might not have come to Ukraine in the first place, as the courses I am taking right now are requirements for my Master's, which I hope to begin in the Winter term. I haven't applied yet because the application process starts in November, but I talked to the admissions director and looking at my academic record she said that I would be just fine to start in January, even if my official graduation transcript did not come in until after classes had already started.
Some of you may be wondering how am I going to graduate by Christmas if I am only taking 4 courses this Summer (including the one I will receive as part of my placement and which requires me to blog and to make a presentation in front of the university community when I come back). Well, since I took Choir Ensemble on top of my other subjects one term, and that counts as .25 credits, that means I only need 5.5 more courses to graduate after this Summer term (that is 3 full credits, considering each course is .5 credits) , in the Fall I will be taking 5 courses, plus Choir Ensemble once again, and that will allow me to graduate in time! :D I just hope I don't ruin my average with my grades this term hahahaha. I will have to be very diligent, especially if I am to go to Poland again and to my host family's village, which they have asked me to do this upcoming Friday. So if you pray, pray for me; and if you don't, wish me luck! :D
But you may be asking if I take any breaks at all! Well, I do. Otherwise I would go mental. I have a few friends who call me and talk to me on msn quite regularly, so that is very nice and at times even comforting. In addition, for every 2 or 3 hours of work, I take about a 10 to 15 minute break, in which I usually check facebook and watch YoutTube videos.
Aside from that, sometimes I go for walks around the town and I often go to Church, especially on Fridays. They have Adoration from 3-6 on Fridays at my church, and after that there is Mass, so it works perfect for me. Bloging and posting pictures is also a bit of a passtime, although posting pictures and labelling is a big job... it take a looooooong time :P So anyway, I think I will leave it at thatbecause I think you guys will have a very hard time catching up, hahaha. Love you all, miss you all. God bless!
We went to the grocery store, where the girls each got a bar of ice cream, curtesy of the Students for Development grant hahaha! They were having a great time! A few of them also had a bit of their own money, so they bougth themselves some weird tasting corn puffs. Something we found funny (but also very sad at the same time) was that Jessica had a banana that got horribly squished in her backpack, and when she was about to throw it out, Alina 'Boss' went, "Noooooo!!!!", and then she took the banana from Jessica and proceeded to eat it, sharing half of it with another girl... They took it like it was some kind of delicious candy, licking the peel till there was not even the banana strings left on it! (you know what I mean, right?) Considering the kind of food these girls have to eat every day, it doesn't half surprise me. That teaches us North Americans a lesson: Do not waste food!! For these girls, a snack constitutes a couple slices of plain semi-hard bread. No butter, no jam, no anything. So think about it twice next time you open your fridge and think "There's nothing to eat!"
After the ice cream, we finally headed towards the park, and we came across an awesome little zoo, kind of like the one that is at Waterloo park, except it had some pretty awesome HORSES!! (I LOVE HORSES!!!) The girls started to pick up grass and feeding the horses, and I of course, joined in!!! I also got to pet them, which was awesome! They were beautiful!! Did I mention I love horses?? Hahahaha! I think I was having even a greater time than the girls were!! Hahaha. Ok, I am getting carried away. Back to the story. I took a few pictures, and the nice thing is that Luda allowed me to take pictures with her too! Luda did not like us (the Canadians) when we first arrived and she used to be mean, cold and standoffish with us, but even since the face painting day she opened up, and at the park she was in an awesome mood! It was sweet!
We walked along, with one of the horses following us, asking for more food, hahaha, and on the other side of the same zoo cage there were some sort of albino-looking raindeer. They were so cute! Further down we came accross a set of really large swings and a bumper car station. Two of the older girls went on the bumper cars, and the other five went onthe swings. They were having a great time, and that made me very happy. After taht, we walked back to the university, took a really crowded bus back to the internat, and shorty after we went home. Jen, Jessica and I talked about making plans to go to Poland, and afterwards each of us went home.
I spent that entire evening working on an assignemt for my logic course, trying to hand it in before its due date, which was at midnight, Ontario time. I worked up till 4:30 am, but I still couldn't finish. I was so exhausted that I couldn't concentrate very well on the material, which I find rather difficult. So the next day, when woke up at 8:00 am I was feeling really really really crummy, and I ended up not going to the internat at all. I called Jessica to let her know, and then I slept for one more hour before I got up to continue with my schoolwork. I was hoping to finish my assignment soon so that I could work on my budget, as Jen and Jessica have been putting a lot of pressure on me to spend the money of my grant. Particularly, they want to spend the money on excursions and that sort of thing, but I have to be careful how I spend the money because even though it souds like a lot, it is incredibly how fast the money can slip if I am not careful (especially considering how much of it is had to go to my ticket, insurance, the Ukrainian lessons, room and board, etc). I have a few projects in mind working alongside the churches, but I will have to use a translator for that, and I am not sure how much that is going to take. So I have to be careful. So anyway, those were the sort of things that were on my mind and that I wanted to take care of.
However, I did not end up having any time for working on my budget. The material for this assignment was 3 times as much as I had originally expected in terms of how long the lecture notes and the readings for them were, and the material itself was very difficult, since I don't think the notes were clear at all... If I had known how much work this was going to be, I would have done a lot more of it while I was in Poland! (I did do some work , but clearly not enough!!) So in the end, I ended up spending the WHOLE day working, did not get any rest, and ended up pulling an all-nighter. That is to say, I did not sleep at all until the next morning... and still, I handed in the assignment what would have been 2 days late... that SUCKS! That is 20% taken off right of the bat, and since I think I did very poorly in it, I probably failed the assignment... THAT will be a first! :( However, it is over now and I whatever happens, happens. I have always been a good student, so I guess I can take a hit for once in my life. I will just have to make up for it... I am just worried about the final... I will have to study very very hard for it!
So anyway, Friday I went back to the internat, and it was fun. I brought some of the toys Chopin's family had sent, and played with the little girls for a bit. Then, the nice old man who works at the internat and who is in charge of the little auditorium room, let us go inside of it and play music on the stereo! I had brought some of my old-school 90s dance music, and so we had an awesome dance party! Some of the girls prentended to be singers, and Rosa even tried to do a bit of break-dancing for us! It was hilarious!! Hahaha....
After that, I went with Jen and Jessica to the unversity to use the internet and find out a bit about our Poland trip. I found and awesome tour company that does tours to Auschwitz and the Salt Mine, but the girls did not seem that interested in booking it ahead of time. This company does not ask for prepayment though, so I think it would still be a good idea. Since Chopin is also coming, I will discuss it with him and see what he wants to do :) He said he would be love to go to the mines, so I think him and I might take a little side trip while the girls visit Krakow. Even still though, I thnk it will be cool to go to Auschwitz with them! It will be a group experience :D
Taking 3 full courses, plus the one that requires me to blog (which I enjoy :) ) is a lot f work and a lot of pressure when you are also volunteering and trying to get events going. However, when Jen asked me if I would have rather not done it, I cannot say that that is the case. I enjoy my schoolwork, I just don't enjoy the fact that I am always playing catch up because of how far behind I fell when I was preparing for my trip... I am the type of person who loves being busy, and I love school and learning, so it is not so bad. Plus, I REALLY want to graduate by December, and this is going to allow me to do that. If I had not been able to take courses, I might not have come to Ukraine in the first place, as the courses I am taking right now are requirements for my Master's, which I hope to begin in the Winter term. I haven't applied yet because the application process starts in November, but I talked to the admissions director and looking at my academic record she said that I would be just fine to start in January, even if my official graduation transcript did not come in until after classes had already started.
Some of you may be wondering how am I going to graduate by Christmas if I am only taking 4 courses this Summer (including the one I will receive as part of my placement and which requires me to blog and to make a presentation in front of the university community when I come back). Well, since I took Choir Ensemble on top of my other subjects one term, and that counts as .25 credits, that means I only need 5.5 more courses to graduate after this Summer term (that is 3 full credits, considering each course is .5 credits) , in the Fall I will be taking 5 courses, plus Choir Ensemble once again, and that will allow me to graduate in time! :D I just hope I don't ruin my average with my grades this term hahahaha. I will have to be very diligent, especially if I am to go to Poland again and to my host family's village, which they have asked me to do this upcoming Friday. So if you pray, pray for me; and if you don't, wish me luck! :D
But you may be asking if I take any breaks at all! Well, I do. Otherwise I would go mental. I have a few friends who call me and talk to me on msn quite regularly, so that is very nice and at times even comforting. In addition, for every 2 or 3 hours of work, I take about a 10 to 15 minute break, in which I usually check facebook and watch YoutTube videos.
Aside from that, sometimes I go for walks around the town and I often go to Church, especially on Fridays. They have Adoration from 3-6 on Fridays at my church, and after that there is Mass, so it works perfect for me. Bloging and posting pictures is also a bit of a passtime, although posting pictures and labelling is a big job... it take a looooooong time :P So anyway, I think I will leave it at thatbecause I think you guys will have a very hard time catching up, hahaha. Love you all, miss you all. God bless!
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PREPARE YOURSELF FOR YET ANOTHER HUMONGOUS BLOG ENTRY! :D You might actually have to take breaks since I doubt you will be able to read it all in one sitting! Hahaha... This is the tale of my ENTIRE trip to Poland, so that is why it is so long :)
My trip to Poland was sweet! The bus ride there was hot and uncomfortable, but I sat beside a woman who spoke a little bit of English, so conversation made the trip a bit more bearable. It took 3 hours to cross the border, but aside from that there were no issues. When I arrived at 5:00am the next morning (Friday), Matt (whom I will refer to as Chopin) and his uncle Tom picked me up. Chopin's family (on both sides) was very nice and hospitable, and I felt right at home! At the house where I stayed live Uncle Tomek with his wife and their two children, as well as Chopin's grandma. They live in a small municipality just outside of Warsaw called Lomianki.
After a glorious nap, a bath and a few text messages, I got ready and went with Chopin to visit his other grandma, and there we met with Uncle Tom (they are both Tom's). Chopin's grandma made some awesome crapes and then Uncle Tom showed me his bike, the back workshop, and his "Crazy Car", as he calls his mini-camper van.
Later that day we took a bus to Warsaw and talked around the Old City, which has very beautiful architecture and it is very historic because of the Warsaw uprising during WWII. We got to see some great displays about the war, a few churches, statues and the wall where the actual battle was won. We also saw a really awesome painter painting on the street. I got a small painting from him :) There were also some stores that had war-related artifacts, as well as jewelery stores DECKED with amber, which is a major Polish export. After that, Chopin, his grandma and I took a bus to a recreation center, where we attended a concert by a local singer. Chopin and I were a bit nervous that we were going to hate it, hahaha, but it was surprisingly actually quite good!! She was a very good singer (even if I couldn't understand the words of the songs), and there was one song especially that I loved! One of the band members specialized in percussion instruments, and he composed an awesome piece with all kinds of percussion gadgets, and it sounded like an awesome jungle beat with the sounds of the jungle in the backgrounud, like animals, birds and stuff like that. I loved it!! Unfortunately I was not allowed to take pictures.
The next morning we got up really early and got to join a bunch of people who were taking a bus to the shrine of Our Lady of Czestochowa. We originally thought we were going with a youth group, but it turned out the youngerst person there was probably 60 years old hahaha. It was still awesome. Once we got to the shrine, we went off on our own and we were able to make it for mass at the church. We squized in through the crowd and got almost to the front. It seemed like a good idea at first, but then the church got so ridiculously packed, especially during the distribution of communion, that you couldnt even lift one of your feet for fear that you wouldn't be able to put it back down lol. The church was prety amazing. The walls were very ornate and they were covered, COVERED, in metal and amber ornaments that were put up as signs of thanksgiving by pilgrims. A whole wall was also covered with crutches that were left behind by people who had come with them but got healed, so they left them behind as a sign of thanksgiving! (Make sure to check out my album... to do this look on the right hand side panel of my blog, and there you will find a list of links to my different albums. You don't need to have facebook to access them). Unfortunately, even though I was almost at the front, I was still too far to take a good picture of the image of our Lady (which is called the Black Madonna of Czestochowa). In fact, I took one from the wrong side of the lineup, where people were getting out, without realizing that it was precisely the side where people were getting out, so a lady got mad at me... I didn't mean to cut in! I promise! I wanted to go on the line up on the other side, but that would have taken hours... literally. So instead, after Mass we left and walked around the town, going in and out of religious items stores. Then, we walked all the way to the train station, from where we took a train to Krakow.
(For info on the Shrine of Our Lady of Czestochowa, go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Madonna_of_Cz%C4%99stochowa) (You can also click on any highlighter words for links to websites related to those words)
I thought we were going to just walk around the city, but Chopin had a surprise in store for me... He took me to the shrine of the Divine Mercy! :D :D :D :D :D :D!!! It was awesome!! Chopin knew that I really love the Divine Mercy image and the whole message of Jesus gave to St. Faustina, so he thought it would be more meaningful and significative if he took me there instead of to any other place in Krakow. And he was right. I was not allowed to take pictures inside the church, which is a shame, but I also understand it. Inside, the church is very simple and ordinary, but yet beautiful. The original picture of the Divine Mercy (Jesus) that was painted by an artist by request of Jesus through St. Faustina (so the story goes... I believe it but I know some of you don't), hung on the left, and below it was a reliquarie with a giant relic of a bone of St. Faustina. It seemed like the end piece of a bone of her arm, and it was almost 10 cm long!
(For more information about the Divine Mercy and the shrine, go to: http://www.ewtn.com/devotionals/mercy/index.htm)
As soon as I walked into the church, I felt so overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions that I broke into tears. I was so overjoyed, so blessed, so humbled, and so very grateful to both God (and Chopin) for getting me here. I kneeled for a ling time with tears running down my face, making wonderfully unappealing roads of black eyeliner down my face, hahaha. I didn't care. I was too happy. Chopin just smiled :P The Eucharist was exposed for Adoration and you could truly feel Christ's presence in the little church. After Adoration, they distributed Communion, so I gladly went up and received it again. I know generally you are not supposed to, but you are allowed if you are going to several pilgrimage places, or something like that. I was so happy!!
Then, Chopin and I went outside of the church to line up in the long line to see the image and the relic up close. Once we got to the very front, I was able to move to the side to contemplate the image for a little while. It was wonderful. After that, we left and walked towards the basilica, which is a giant modern church located right behind the shrine church, where the second painting of the Divine Mercy is. I loved the church!! It was huuuuuge! It was a giant cicle without columns in the middle, similar to the basilica of Guadalupe for those of you who have been there, but it was all white inside. It was wonderful.It also had a really tall tower outside with a statue of the late Pope John Paul II. This completed my visit, and to be honest, it was the best birthday present ever!!
After that, we went back home on the train, where we got a cabin to ourselves. It was so cold in the cabin until after 2 hours of freezing, chopin discovered there was a heat regulator lol. It was a 6 hour train ride, though, so it was good that we got to be a little warmer.
When we got home, we were picked up by Chopin's uncle again, and the next morning we got up early for Mass. It was my 23rd birthday and I was so pleased to be there on that special occasion! Even though it was a bit cold, I decided to wear my hot pink flowy skirt, which is a skirt I wear when I feel really happy hahahaha. After Mass, we took a few pictures with the family, whom I got to really really really love. They prepared a small surprise birthday party for me!! They got me a beautiful heart-shapped strawberry shortcake, and also cheesecake on the side, so as not to break the tradition, because I told Chopin how I have always had cheesecake for my birthday, ever since I can remember!! In addition, they got me a bouquet of three hot pink roses (which perfectly matched my skirt hahaha), and Chopin's other grandma gave me a Jesus Fish keychain. In addition, I also received a very special gift Chopin got his uncles to put together a little something, but before I tell you what it is I have to explain...
Uncle Tomek, who is the one at whose house I was staying, works designing specialty boxes for special products. He has made all kinds of cool objects out of cardboard, like two cloc ks, a toy spaceship for his children, and a chest for his daughter's toys. Uncle Tom, on the other hand (Crazy Uncle Tom as Chopin calls him), is a jeweler, and he makes all kinds of pins, jewlery, medals, etc. Well, together they put together my gift, which was a wonderful little cardboard box containing two incredibly beautiful stained silver rosary rings!! The design is so intricate and beautiful. And I love all the thought both of his uncles, and Chopin himself, put into this gift, as well as the whole family did with the birthday surprise. I had expected none of this, and I felt so loved by all of them. They are such great people, and I am not just saying this for what they did for my birthday. Even though I was there only for a little while, I got to see what a great heart they have. I fell in love with Chopin's family! :D
That day, while seating to eat cake, the family asked me about my experiences in Ukraine, and Chopin did a wonderful job of translating. In the evening, we went to his other Grandma's for dinner, and after that we went to a carnival because it was the municipality's 20th anniversary of receiving municipal rights! Hahaha. There was live music, includying a group of hippies who played African music with jumbes, hahaha. It was awesome. It started to spit rain pretty hard, but it was funny because on my left side there was this horribly menacing black cloud, and on my right side there was clear sky and sunshine! So sure enough, there was a rainbow!! Yay! Rainbow for my birthday! And in fact, it was a DOUBLE rainbow! Hahaha! It was sweet! (It is too bad that it is hard to see in the picture, but it was definitely a double raibow :P) We got some shelter at the booth where Chopin's aunt was selling some clay crafts, but it stopped raining soon and we were able to walk around a little bit before going back home. That night Chopin and I talked for a long time and it was nice. He told me all about his fiance and their upcoming wedding. He is so happy and I am so happy for them! He is a good friend :)
The next morning, that is Monday, we went with one of Chopin's grandma's to the museum of the Warsaw Uprising. It was pretty cool, although very sobering. Then, his grandma took us to lunch at an Asian restaurant. The meal there was HUGE! e plate was like 30 cm in diameter, and the meal went like 7 cm high lol, packed with chicken, noodles and cabbage. It was very good, but I couldn't finish it! Those of you who know me well, know that I can eat A LOT for my size, hahahaa, but even still, it was too much food for me. After that, Chopin took me to buy my train ticket, buy a few things for the ride, and get some foot medication to treat some foot infections some of the girls have. He was wonderfully generous (as always) and bought the medication himself. When we came back, I spent some time on the computer answering emails, doing a bit of schoolwork and talking to friends. I was very happy because I had received a few text messages from my family and from friends wishing me a happy birthday, well well as other emails and your typical facebook birthday messages, so I spent some time answering back. In the meantime, Chopin was playing on the computer with his uncle some funny battle computer game lol, cuz his uncle is cool like that! Hahahaha.
His family came out to say goodbye, and they gave me lots of stuff to take to the girls at the orphanage, such as chocolates, clothes and toys. It was wonderful. Then, the next morning I took a train back to Ukraine. I was NOT talking the bus again! Hahahaha. In all honesty, even though the way back was 19 hours, I would take another 19 hour train ride instead of a 12 hour bus ride any day!! It was much more expensive, but it was worth it!
The train ride was not bad. I had a cabin to myself for the first part of the trip, and later I was joined by a 22 year old girl who spoke English, which was awesome. We got along great. I was also able to talk to another lady who also spoke English. She was from Iceland! However, I did have two unpleasant experiences on the train. One is that I accidentally bumped the soap container in the bathroom, which was very poorly secured, and I spilled the entire contents of it all over my purse and my clothes!! It was such a mess!! I had to change my shirt but I kept my pants because they were the most comfortable and breathable ones I had on me, and it was pretty hot and stuffy in the train. At least my room smelled nice with all the soap! Hahaha. The other unpleasant experience had to do with an old man who was a worker at the spot where they change the train wheels (I will say more about this shortly). He came in to talk to me, but clearly that did not work because I don't speak a word of Polish! Nevertheless, he tried to communicate with me, but he was being much too friendly, to the point that it made me very uncomfortable... When he said goodbye, he extended his hand out (which was missing the middle finger), so I politely extended mine to shake it. Then, in old European fashion, he kissed it, then pulled me towards him so as to do the old fahioned kiss on the cheek, and then he tried to kiss me on the lips!! GHAAAAHHHHH!! I was horrified! I pushed him away and pulled my hand out. I was scared lol. I wanted to book it for the door, but he was right infront of it. He just laughed... I looked visibly upset, so eventually he go the hint that I didn't want him there and he left soon after that, still laughing... He wasn't trying to hurt me. He was just trying to have some dirty old man fun... You know, young foreign girl sitting alone on the train lol... I know better now. From now on, when I travel by myself I will make sure to keep my cabin closed whenever we make stops lol.
So anyway, about the wheels. You probably found that strange, and indeed it is! What happens is that Ukraine has a different standard width and size of train wheels than the rest of Europe. Ukraine, as you may or may not know, is not part of the European Union, and in fact this was done as a political tactic to keep the country separate from the European Union country alliance. (Ukraine is still very much influenced by the Soviets). So that means that when you get close to the border, they have to change the wheels on all of the cars of the train!! It is ridiculous, and ti takes such a long time!! It is also annoying, cuz the train goes back and forward and back and forward in a very small piece of rail lol. Oh well, I still rather have that than the bus! Lol. Crossing the border by train was actually very easy too. No issues.
I arrived in Ternopil at 4:00 am, and Orest picked me up in a cab (thank heavens!!) So with that, my trip to Poland was over. The next morning my host family received me with a set of gifts of their own, including a necklace, a pen and a little glute, all made of wood! To these, later in the week were added a set of birthday cards that were made by Jen, Jess and the girls, and they too were pretty awesome! Thanks so much guys!!
I am glad I had such a great experience there!! I am actually planning on going back in 2 weeks, this time accompanied by Jen and Jessica. We want to go to Auschwitz, and I also want to go to the Wieliczka Salt Mines. (For info on this check out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wieliczka_Salt_Mine). Jen and Jessica are not really that interested in going there, and they want to g around Krakow and maybe do a pub crawl instead, but Chopin said he would love to go so he is going to join me and go with me! Yay! He is also thinking of going to Auschwitz, so that would be fantastic as well!
So I guess that is it for my trip. Thansk for having taken the trouble to read this novel-sized entry, hahaha. Please don't forget to check out my albums on the right hand side panel. It takes forever to upload pictures here, so I have opted for putting up only a few and leaving the rest for the facebook albums posted on the links on the panel (I did post a lot of them on this post but only because it is so long so I wanted to make it a bit more interesting and readable for you :D). And just a reminder, you do not have to have facebook to be able to see the albums, so please enjoy and feel free to leave comments! Love you all, miss you all. God bless.
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