Life on a Cliff...

Officially halfway through our journey! Closing in on our second week, I finished my week with the school children, teaching English went surprising well. Wish I would have known that the grade10 knows English rather well as soon as you pull out some candy! Ha. Such great kids with so little, that made me believe they had the world with the constant smiles on their faces!

The girls that never took their eyes off us!

It was a change for sure going from Science nonstop for Nursing, to some basic English, eased my mind. The school children are precious; I of course had my favorites and also had some lil poops that I adored just as much. The school has no idea that Jen and I are raising money for them, I can hardly wait to purchase the school their first computer, or a fan or two, maybe even an endless supply of pencils, or paper towels!

(Huge thanks to the family and friends that have donated, words can't thank you enough!)

These are the older boys(15 years old!), AKA our boyfriends, they claimed. If you cant tell, "show offs" for the camera!

The trouble-makers!

One of the clearest statements that have been made to me while teaching is understanding the definition of “beauty”. In the US, this has to do with the materialistic aspect such as makeup, clothing brand, your hair style, does he/she have money, is her hair curled perfectly, is he wearing an expensive cologne, and the list goes on. In Sri Lanka, “beauty” means when I’m drenched in sweat, have mosquitoes bites from head to toe that have been scratched raw, a huge canker sore on my lip(due to the spice intake), no makeup, sunburnt nose, stains on my clothing, hair that is greased back, and a smile on my face. According to the school kids “tech you bootiful” I have never been slapped harder. Those many hours of getting ready, trying to look the cutest, trying on outfit after outfit, attempting to wear what society screams for. Beauty should identify that smile on your face, the heart that your are pouring to your surroundings. Beauty is expressed from the inside out, beauty has a new meaning, or maybe a meaning I never understood.

The week at the grade school went quick, too quick. I debated staying my third week BUT Norangela announced that the Children’s Orphanage is in dire need of someone with the slightest bit of knowledge about infants. The orphanage has many infants and they have reached out to Norangela requesting Jen and I. Jen’s in love with the school kids and will more then likely stay with them the remainder of the trip, I don’t blame her! But for me, I think my last two weeks are going to be spent with infants, infants left in dumps, left on the side of the roads, infants unwanted. Those of you that know me, know I am more then content cradling a small bundle of life for hours. I have been called. So, my third and fourth week will be at the orphanage caring for the small, innocent lumps of love. Can hardly wait!

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It’s hard to believe this trip is half accomplished. I feel I have so much to see, so much to do, so much to give. This country constantly reminds me to be happy, to love, TO DREAM. I was riding in the tuk-tuk the other day and looked at Jen “You know what the greatest quality a human can have?” I told her, “To Dream”. I have never had the time to step back and identify the meaning, or what it fully entails. So I suppose a 2 ½ hour tuk-tuk ride did the trick. I went silent. I gathered my surroundings. As a mule is next to me lugging thousands of pounds of bulk up a curvy road, while raining. I thought. To Dream. I began with dreams that I had the night before, or the dreams I had wanting to visit a 3^rd world country, or dreams of becoming a Nurse. But I’m talking much more simple. To Dream. To close your eyes, to step into a unknown place, to absorb, to recognize, to gather your senses, to expand. I closed my eyes and I dream of life, being the planner I am, I dream of a family, a job, a car, a house. I then notice I’m back on the materialistic route of “dream”. Moment and tears later I hit it. To dream. To let go of your issues, to wrap your mind in something that makes you smile uncontrollably, to allow tears that are freefalling. I felt it! To Dream, to me is THE, or one of the greatest gifts I have been given. I find dreaming a necessity. I found dreaming was something that I was able to come in touch with while in Sri Lanka. I understand that dreams can stretch from world peace to that happy tickle in the pit of your heart. I Dream. I live in a Dream, and I simply can’t define my favorite relax time more clearly. “To Dream is to Live, as Live is to Life” Dreaming has identified my growth, has made me eager to advance my dreams, to hope an spread my very own dreams furthermore. I encourage it, To Dream. Try it, it’s free, rewarding, and indescribable.

We are allowed to take one long weekend to explore the country, so this past week/weekend we took Thursday-Tuesday off! We went and saw the famous Kandy Dancers in “Kandy” a popular tourist town, pretty neat!

Ventured to Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage!

OKAY firstly, Elephants are incredible animals, and I have never stood so close to such a large form of life. We spent an entire day with these guys, truly the best zoo experience I’ve encountered. When I say "zoo", in reality I mean an open jungle with rocks as gating and a few fences that can easily be stepped over by an elephant. But hey look at this….Inches away, petting, talking, kissing, and feeding these big guys. I don’t think much more needs to be said. The pictures say it all.

Rodger the blind fellow, due to hunters.

Elephant crossing:)

Next stop of the weekend was in Mirissa, a small excluded beach where we stayed a night, the weather was rather rainy WHICH was awesome, played in the rain like little kids, dove in the crashing waves of the Indian Ocean, felt incredible.
Lastly, we made our final stop of the weekend in Galle, one of the largest cities in Sri Lanka....was beautiful. I felt as if I were in a movie, and sure didn't feel like I was in a 3rd world country. Lots of tourists, many cute shops, somewhat American food, and I was happy to end our long weekend with such a city! (but I must add bats attempted to attack us, ants invaded our hotel bed, and there was random hammer banging in the middle of the night) HEY still my favorite city!