So it seems like the best idea is to start with today and work my way backwards...
Today was my first day back at Remar after a long weekend. We worked in groups with some of the students, but most were at the park, so we walked over there in the hopes of created groups there. There is a new group of volunteers who do not appear to have the children's best interests in mind (which is a judgment on my part, I know) and constantly take them to the park and let them run free without supervision and without group activities of any kind. Last week we walked over to the park for the first time and three of the volunteers were sprawled out on the grass sunbathing as the children (from age 2 to 10) ran around in all different areas of the park. When the volunteers saw us, they stood up and started playing with a few of the students. I don't want to spread negative energy in this blog, but I think that part of the story is necessary for this next part of the story.
So today we walked over to the park, and two of the under 5 year olds were playing on a concrete bench without shirts on...others were sitting by themselves about 20 meters from the volunteers. Others were scattered throughout the large park/field. We walked up and one of my favorites, Melina, was having a bad day again today. Last week I did individual counseling with her by learning how to play soccer without words. Sometimes she just doesn't want to talk - and since my Spanish is not that advanced it kinda strangely works out. So today she was also down and didn't want to talk, so I had her explain to one of the other women from our program who is not usually at Remar how to go on the zipline swing. (I have a photo on someone else's camera of me on it - it is AWESOME and a lawsuit waiting to happen in the States.) So Melina explained to the other adult how to play and seemed in better spirits. Then we heard the shrieking sound of a child.
We rushed over to see one of the 5 year olds being held by the wonderful Becca (on our program). The itty bitty was screaming and Becca asked me if I had a band-aid. A large crowd of Remar kiddos had gathered around the little girl and I ran to my bag where I had band-aids. I ran back to the group to see a ton of blood and the 5 year old in hysterics. Becca was doing a great job saying calming and empathetic things to the little girls who was obviously in a ton of pain. As I assessed the situation I realized a band-aid was absolutely not going to help. The volunteer that I had already had pre-conceived notions about was squatting near the little girl and doing nothing. "I can't touch her. I don't have rubber gloves."
Apparently the itty bitty had been playing with a brick - like ya do - and had dropped it on her big toe. Her big toe looked mighty broken and there was a lot of blood. Well, something had to be done. So I looked around and saw a vendor on the street selling some sort of food product. I ran to him and asked him, "Tiene plastico..." (Do you have plastic?) But in my panic I forgot the word for bag. Again I looked at him with pleading eyes and said, "Plastico?" He opened a drawer in his cart and showed me a plastic bag. I said thank you like I have never said thank you before, grabbed the bag and ran over to the itty bitty and useless volunteer. "Are you going to do this or should I?" She jumped out of the way.
I squatted down, and, repeating, "Lo siento, lo siento," tried my best to clean all of the blood. I looked at my left hand, without the glove, and saw blood on it. "Can you go get me another bag?" I asked the useless volunteer. "Where?" (I wanted to say, "Umm, the Supermaxi or perhaps the corner store..." knowing there was nothing but a remote park within 40 meters in all directions so where could I have gotten a plastic bag besides the vendor that was about 15 meters away?) I pointed with a bloody bag covered hand and she went on her way. When she returned, she handed me the folded up bag. Very helpful. "Can you please open it for me so I can put in on my hand?" Apparently, this was rocket science.
Eventually, we got a wipe on the girl's foot and put my "glove" around her foot and secured it there with her hair band. (I actually believe the hair band was the useless one's idea.) Then the itty bitty was whisked back to Remar by one of the directors of my program, who had come to visit for an hour this afternoon.
I told this story to my roommate, Lisa, and she replied, "You were like McGyver." Hence the title of this post.
Besides that, and trying to tell that story in Spanish to my Spanish teacher (without knowing the word for blood, toe, bag, and brick), my day was pretty uneventful.
This past weekend I had an AMAZING time with more zip lining in MINDO. Mindo loves us. Our little group that traveled there on Saturday morning and returned Sunday and decided that Quito hates us and Mindo loves us. It was beautiful - cloud forest wonderfulness and sunshine like you wouldn't believe. We also saw a butterfly garden and found a batido stand complete with swings as seats. Saturday night we played card games in Spanish at the restaurant and went on this crazy amazing rollercoaster ride in the shape of a caterpillar (photos to follow eventually) and all was right with the world. However, actually getting to this heavenly spot was a bit more complicated than one might have thought.
We headed to the bus station at 8:10 on Saturday morning. We bought tickets for the 9:20am bus to Mindo - the last one that morning. Got on the bus and then a couple said they had our seats. Sarah and Becca, the brilliant Spanish speakers of the group, left the bus to problem solve. Eventually we all got off the bus to learn that they had sold us tickets to a bus that did not actually exist and would not exist. Without getting into too much detail - we were annoyed, betrayed, and just generally angry at the bus company. After much growling, we decided to take cabs the 1.5 hour trek to Mindo. The bus had been $2.50 per person. We paid $10 per person. Brilliant.
On Friday we went to Otovalo, which is a town known for its shopping. AWESOME. Bought a bunch of gifts for my family (including the cutest little sweater for my niece that made my heart ache even more for her. I actually had to hide it from myself so I wouldn't look at it and be sad) and jewelery galore.
On Thursday we went to the futbol game. Oh my gosh it was so great. We all bought shirts for $5 and pretended to know the words to all the songs. And guess who learned how to curse in Spanish?? Our team won!!
Besides that, I was sick on Tuesday - I woke up crazy nauseous with hella cramps in the center of my stomach. I will spare you the beautiful details - but after some oregano tea and my host mom's healing thoughts, I felt better by that evening. I slept until 4pm and my host mom told me she kept opening the door to check on me and her host son told her to stop it and that she needed to leave me alone. They are so cute. I was very scared it was going to last a while, but it sure didn't and I felt great the next day.
I suppose that's it for now...I will post some photos in a moment if I can...
Much love from Ecuador!!