Every Friday morning we take the kids at OSSO to go and ride horses at the army base just down the road from the orphanage. We push the kids there in their wheelchairs and through the whole base to get to the back where the horses are. Which translates. We walk through a lot of men that stare. Which we all hate to admit, but it is flattering. We are going to feel ugly when we come back to the states. Anyway. We each get to ride the horse with a different child. So this is how it goes. There are three soldiers and a step latter to help one get up on the horse. Because there is no saddle, only a blue blanket with little handles on the front. Anyway. The soldiers sometimes will grab our hand to give a boost up. We are then handed a child to ride around with. One soldier leads the horse around and the other soldier walks alongside the horse to make sure that we are doing fine. And then we walk in circles. And they put the child in different positions for therapy.
This past Friday I rode with a little two year old named Christian. He has a very sassy little personality. And I was led around by TWO may I say BABES. One of the soldiers looked up and gave me a piece of chocolate and said it was for Christian. And then about ten seconds later after mumbling with his cohort he reached up again with a colorful marshmellow candy and said ¨para usted.¨ Needless to say I was very flattered and for the rest of the ride they tried talking to me and playing with little Christian as we rode around in a circle. It was fabulous.
Right before we left one of the attractive soldiers decides to hop on a horse that we had been riding and show off a little. Which turned into a disaster. His horse took of running as the boy yelled for the horse to stop and was yanking on the reins to no avail. The horse even came running back towards us at lightening speed and ran right beside us. It was so funny. When he finally got the horse to stop his commanding soldier (or whatever you call those) Made him do push ups and run as we were walking away. But the boy just laughed as he did it. As did three of his friends that were there with him. Does that happen in american boot camps? Can soldiers just laugh at their soldier in command? I don´t know. But it was a good day.
Also. On Saturday we went to my lovely little orphanage, Remar. Our activity was tug a war with a little swimming pool with water in the middle. Finger painting with different kinds of pudding and animal crackers, and tying balloons to their feet and they had to chase each other to pop them. A carnival of sorts if you will. Anyway. As all things there go. They all migrated toward the pudding rather quickly instead of staying in their divided groups. Which was fine. They never get treats. But one of the girls I was with got a little overwhelmed and screamed for me to help her, because she was holding a bowl of pudding and they were swarming her. After the pudding fiasco, Juan brought out a soccer ball and we started playing soccer in their little field. It was SO fun AND competitive. Those little boys out there are awesome little soccer players. I believe it is in there blood. They would kick the ball right through my legs sometimes. Quite embarrassing. All my toe nails were broken in half (I was wearing my chacos) and I was tackled numerous times. Juan was the best player out there. So at one point I grabbed onto him and wouldn´t let him go and play. And he was laughing and wiggling and trying to get out. Whenever the ball would come near us we would both try to kick at the ball to no avail. We would both just end up tripping over each other and falling to the ground. Which also caused his freedom from my arms. After I fell to the ground I jumped up to go and chase the ball to make a goal when I heard this swooshing noise behind me. It was Juan. He had jumped so high in the air to tackle me that his knees it my shoulders and sent me flying to the ground. I was so shocked he could jump so high. Juan is about twelve and VERY athletic.
Anyway. Probably one of my most favorite days at Remar yet. I only have one more time going there. Which makes my heart want to shrivel up and die.
Well that is all for now...
Bye!
Oh. P.S. I don´t know how I am even going to look at a white boy when I come home after seeing all the beautiful Latin Lovers everyday. That also makes my heart ache mucho. (Yes I am talking about Mr. Greek God and Eyebrow man and every other man I see on the streets)
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