Hey everyone! I just wanted to remind you that my team and I could really use your prayers while we are here in Bolivia. We need prayer against any illness – it’s winter here so colds and the flu are going around on top of the food-sicknesses we can catch. Also, we have been having trouble sleeping because of spiritual attacks, nightmares, colds, ect. Finally, we would love prayer over our ministries and team unity.

  So yesterday four of us had the awesome opportunity to visit the women’s prison and to participate in a bible study with the women there.  I have to say that everything about that place was completely different than what I was expecting. I thought that it would be an oppressive, bleak and depressed environment, but that thought was completely blown away. We found ourselves walking into an open-air courtyard filling with plastic tables and chairs, clothes hanging on the line, women cooking and chatting with one another. Surrounding the courtyard were three stories of rooms...

   On Tuesday I was so pumped to have the opportunity to go with our team to La Casa de Amnistad. La Casa is a school for children whose parents are in prison. We walked in and I have to say I was nervous for what we were going to encounter. The old chipped tile and chunks of paint missing from the walls did not offer much comfort. After a quick orientation Anna and I ended up in the ¨Pre-Kinder¨class aka the 3-old class. They are ADORABLE. As soon as we walked in we were met by 15 3-year olds screaming ¨Tia, Tia¨ (which means Aunt for those of you who don´t speak Spanish!) I...

This week we got another ministry oppurtunity, visiting La Casa de Amistad.  In Bolivia families are allowed to live with the family member that is convicted in prison.  So a whole family can live with the convicted parent in a tiny cell….what???  So La Casa de Amistad is a school for the children who live in the prison and they get fed two meals and are given somewhat of an education. My first visit to Amistad-Emily, Amanda, and I were in the 4 and 5 year old class.  The kids were so needy for love and any form of affection.  This little boy Jose was the...

I have decided to write a poem in honor of our taxi adventures of the week.  *Ahem*   Taxi Trufi   Taxi Trufi you are our friend You take us to town and back again What is a speed limit? I guess you don´t know Holy crap, a llama in the middle of the road “Pare” is the word for stop It was on that sign I barely got a glimpse of it as we zoomed on by Are there lanes on this road? There definitely are Duck and cover ladies, two trucks are coming coming towards our car! How many people can fit in a little Toyota? Nine, with the guy that just entered the car solo Hold...

For those of you who don’t know, I spent three months earlier this year living on a homestead in Swaziland, Africa. My team and I had the pleasure of taking bucket showers, sleeping 11 girls in one hut, using “jumbos” (read Truths of the Jumbo blog at my calieflynn.myadventures.org if you need more explanation), and living without any pure or running water. Coming into this trip I had similar expectations for our living environment and mentally prepared myself for these expectations. When we arrived here in Bolivia, I learned that I couldn’t have been more wrong. (I...