As I have written about recently, in Bolivia, I look like an alien. A mixture between the height and the long blonde hair make me stick out like a sore thumb wherever we go, but in the orphanages and schools that we visit, the children love it. You can hear the cries from a mile, “Bonita! Bonita! Bonita!” (which means pretty in Spanish) and they run up start petting my head. Zulma, a thirteen year old girl from La Casa, asked if she could have one of my hairs this last week, and I gladly gave her one. The next day when we returned, she had it around her wrist under her bracelet proudly displayed for all to see.
Some of the girls braided my hair this last week. They pulled out a little box of the only hair ties that they have, and put them all in my hair, and tell me to keep them forever. It is amazing that through lives of abuse and hardship those children can love with such passion. I´ll gladly have hippie, braided hair to make the day of those beautiful girls.
Because we have been here for about a month, our team is getting very attached to the ministries that we go to, and the kids that we play with and teach and the students that we live with. We have all fallen in love with Cochabamba, and right now it´s hard to imagine leaving.
