Let's Celebrate!

A few weeks ago, Barbi, the director of the El Arca workshop, read an excerpt from a book by Jean Vanier (founder of L’Arche) during our morning devotions.  I don’t remember the details of the excerpt clearly, but I do remember the gist of his message.  Vanier wrote that celebrations are important not only as avenues for fellowship and love, but also because they give us strength to face the difficulties we encounter in life.  In more colloquial language, we could say that celebrations help us to stay on bright side of life and “lighten up.”  The healing power of celebration is especially valuable in the context of El Arca in which hardships such as poverty, family conflict, and sickness are complicated by the presence of a disability.

El Arca Argentina stays true to the organization’s commitment to celebration.  In other words, they know how to throw a party! Since my first day at El Arca on September 3^rd, I have attended birthday celebrations for five people!  Each celebration is full of smiles, laughter, jokes, food, and words of encouragement. 

Claudio’s birthday celebration was especially memorable.  It was beautiful to see him showered with love by his new El Arca family, react with happy tears, and joke around with Padre Dani (who threatened to eat Claudio’s portion of the cake) during lunch.  I am so happy that he has found a place of belonging at El Arca but continue to worry about his health.  He has not attended the workshop for over a week now due to his digestion problems.  It has been difficult to accept that I am limited in my ability to change this situation.  

Another beautiful birthday celebration was Julio's birthday party!  He had one of the most festive cakes I had ever seen, which you can see in these photos:

From left to right: Rosi, Patricia, Barbi and Julio

From left to right: Diego, Maxi, Padre Dani, Julio, Dani and Osvaldo

On Tuesday, October 9th, El Arca communities around the world celebrated the annual L'Arche Family day!  Friends of El Arca were invited to join us at the home for a morning mass, a small group activity, and hamburgers!  I met lots of new people, including a man named Dante who just finished an experience similar to mine, except that he was living in a L'Arche home in Cork, Ireland for 5 months, and at another L'Arche home in Montreal for 6 months.  His first contact with the international federation had been in his native Argentina with the community in which I have inserted myself. 

After lunch, Maxi and I put on an impromptu "show" featuring two songs by the Argentine boy band "Mambru."  Later on, Noelia and Osvaldo took my place on the stage.  Here's the photo evidence:

 I love this one!!

In other El Arca news, last Thursday, Noelia, Maxi andYanet had the opportunity of a lifetime!  Patricia (director of El Arca Argentina) and Rosi (director of the home) surprised them with a trip to the site of the TV show “La Voz Argentina” (the Argentine version of “The Voice”- a singing competition).  I think I was just as surprised as the recipients!  Noelia has been talking to me about La Voz and the singer Axel, who is one of the judges on the show, every day since I met her!  It was literally a dream come true.  I’m so happy for them and I can’t wait to hear all about it- another cause for celebration!

Here's a photo I snagged of them before they left:

Yanet, Noelia, Patricia, Rosi and Maxi

And now, before I say “chao,” some completely unrelated photos of my culinary and crafty pursuits during my free time:

Wallet I knitted out of plastic bags for Kjerstin's (fellow YAGM) birthday!

Chocolate chip cookies for Kjerstin and housemates

 "Tarta Pascualina" (Easter Tart), an Argentine specialty.  It's essentially spinach pie, with some eggs, cheese, and whatever other veggies you want to throw in there.  Mine has red pepper, onion, garlic, and asparagus.

My dulce de leche "casero" (homemade) with banana!

Friendship and Desserts

Of late I have taken an interest in making (and of course eating) desserts.  I find that baking, as well as cooking in general, relaxes me.  I also enjoy sharing what I make with others- it’s like spreading edible joy!  Last week, for example, I brought chocolate chip cookies to El Arca, and each of the three times I have made cookies, I have shared them with my housemates. 

I look at the ingredients I have as though they were a painter’s palette, and I allow my creativity to run wild.  Most of the time, the results are successful, or at least edible.  But, mortal human being that I am, I do make mistakes occasionally. 

Today, which was one of my “dias francos” (my days off- I still don’t understand the origin of this expression), I devoted the afternoon to baking cookies a la Lisa and, simultaneously (maybe not so wise) making “arroz con leche” (rice with milk/rice pudding).  I had been inspired to try making arroz con leche by one of my housemates, who happens to be one of the sweetest ladies I have ever met. 

Her name is Maria, and she is a 60-something year old Chilean who has lived in Argentina for the past 25 years.  Maria is in the habit of surprising me with little desserts (I fully support this habit).  The first time, she gave me peaches with yogurt.  The next time, she knew I had a sore throat so she gave me honey and instructed me to add it to warm milk.  It was sooo delicious!  She reminded me that the Bible talks about the promised land flowing with milk and honey, so it should be no surprise that the combination is so heavenly.  Earlier this week, she gave me some arroz con leche and explained to me how she made it. 

In addition to teaching me how to make the dessert, Maria helped me to solve a mystery!  I had heard people at El Arca singing a nursery rhyme, and I could decipher all of the lyrics except for the first few words.  It turns out that the first few words are “arroz con leche!”  Maria told me that she associates the song and the dessert with each other.  Here are the lyrics:

Arroz con leche (Rice with milk)

Me quiero casar (I want to get married)

Con una señorita de San Nicolas (to a young lady from San Nicolas)

Que sepa coser, que sepa bordar (who knows how to sew, who knows how to embroider)

Que sepa abrir la puerta para ir a jugar (who knows how to open the door to go out and play)

Con esta si, con esa no (to this one yes, to that one no)

Con esta señorita me caso yo (I am getting married to this young lady)

Anyway, making “arroz con leche” seemed relatively simple to me, so today I decided that I would make some and surprise Maria! 

I had considered searching for a recipe on the internet, but the internet wasn’t working, so I relied on intuition, guessing, and my memory of what Maria had said.  I cooked the rice first with just water and then added milk when the rice had absorbed most of the water.  I managed to achieve a lovely pudding-like texture, but I erred when it came to the cinnamon and sugar.  Maria uses cinnamon sticks, but I could only find cinnamon powder, so I added either a half or a full teaspoon (I can’t remember now) to the cooking rice.  This turned out to be waaaay too much.  I also added too much sugar.  The initial amount I added would have been fine, but when I decided to casually pour a little more in, a lot came out, both into the pot and onto the floor. 

The end product was edible, but too cinnamony-sweet.  Sadly, Maria could not eat the portion I offered her because her delicate digestive system cannot handle the cinnamon. But it’s the thought that counts- she seemed delighted even though she couldn’t eat it.  She also gave me a dessert of her own!  This time, it was jello with yogurt- a combination I never would have thought of myself, but it was quite refreshing!

So, as you can see, Maria and I have been developing a special friendship through little gifts.  When she was really sick a couple of weeks ago, I gave her a flower and a card.  A few days ago, she gave me a copy of “La Casa de los Espiritus” (The House of the Spirits) by Chilean author Isabel Allende to borrow after a conversation we had about literature.  

As Maria makes her way down the road to recovery, I have unlocked the gate for many visitors who have come to talk with her and cook for her.  The other day she told me that it was a blessing from God that I was there to unlock the gate for her visitors.  Her comment surprised me because to me, the act of opening the door seemed so simple.  But it’s true that if the director isn’t around, visitors risk not being attended to, especially if the person they are visiting is bed-ridden. 

This realization that a seemingly simple and small action can have a big impact encourages me.  I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the poverty and other injustices I have witnessed here, powerless to help.  But as Maria suggests, even if I can’t solve the world’s problems, I can at least make a positive difference in a few people’s lives. 

Celebrating Spring with Hugs

 Beautiful "glisinias" (wisterias) in the church patio, heralding the arrival of spring!

Last Friday, September 21^st, was the first day of spring here in Argentina, and I had the unique opportunity to celebrate spring’s arrival with the elementary school in Jose León Suárez, the neighborhood that many of the members of the Santo Sacramento congregation come from.  Alejandra, a friend from the church who works at the school, invited me to share lunch with the staff and then partake in the springtime festivities afterward.  In the principal’s office, I helped prepare little bags of candy while listening to a mix of spring-themed songs.  The bags of candy served as prizes for the games that then took place outside.  In the midst of the somewhat chaotic blur of music, yelling children, candy, and air-borne balls, I got a few curious questions from the kids about who I was and even a few hugs.  I was baffled by their capacity for affection toward me after only having known me for a few moments.  One of the students I recognized from Santo Sacramento, and she too gave me a hug and asked me if I was going to church on Sunday, and she said she’d see me there. 

Later, while reading “Gracias: A Latin American Journal,” a book by the Dutch priest Henri Nouwen, I was reminded of the children’s affection.  Nouwen visited several orphanages in Bolivia in the 1980s, and after visiting one of them, he recorded the following thoughts:

“How little do we really know the power of physical touch.  These boys and girls only wanted one thing: to be touched, hugged, stroked, and caressed.  Probably most adults have the same needs but no longer have the innocence and un-self-consciousness to express them.  Sometimes I see humanity as a sea of people starving for affection, tenderness, care, love, acceptance, forgiveness and gentleness.  Everyone seems to cry “Please love me.”  The cry becomes louder and the response so inaudible that people kill each other and themselves in despair.  The little orphans tell more than they know.  If we don’t love one another, we kill one another.  There’s no middle road”  (Nouwen, 1983, p. 44). 

Wow.  That passage is so powerful and personal for me.  Everyone wants to be loved, and everyone wants to be hugged, including me.  I too crave physical touch, perhaps even more so now that I am on my own in a foreign country.  And I have observed how powerful physical touch can be in my interactions with the children at Santo Sacramento and the individuals at El Arca.  Many of the people I interact with here hunger for affection more than I do because they have experienced neglect or rejection in some way.  By demonstrating my love for them, I hope to quench to some degree their thirst, and in return I have received much love as well.  It has been especially important for me to receive this gift being so far away from my home, family, friends and everything familiar.  And as my dear friend Becki has reminded me, when we love each other, give to each other etc., we also love and give to God.    

El Arca as an organization seems to agree with Nouwen about the power of physical touch.  Of course, it’s no surprise that Nouwen and El Arca should align philosophically considering that Nouwen spent the last ten years of his life (1986-1996) living in an El Arca community in Toronto, Canada.

On Wednesday, the El Arca workshop walked around the neighborhood to offer free hugs, bearing a poster with the El Arca logo.  We stopped passers by to ask them if they would like a free hug and then handed them a candy and a souvenir from the workshop.  A few people were reluctant to play along, but most gladly accepted their free hugs.  One woman even said, “thank you, I need a hug!”

There is also a dark side to Nouwen’s reflection about humanity’s need for love.  The penultimate sentence “If we don’t love one another, we kill one another” suggests that all violence has roots in the absence of love.  Have the most violent crimes been desperate cries from those who seek acceptance, belonging, and love?  In this complex world, nothing can be over-simplified, but I think Nouwen is on the right track, especially in light of what I have learned about the lives of juvenile “delinquents” in Argentine “villas.”  With no educational or professional opportunities available to them, young people in the poorest neighborhoods resort to selling drugs and stealing in order to survive.  These young people, in addition to experiencing poverty, often also experience some form of neglect or violence in their families of origin, and on top of that, they are discriminated against by the larger society. 

Many of them end up in prison, like the youth in “Instituto Almafuerte,” which I recently learned about by watching a documentary at a local museum.  http://www.escribiendocine.com/peliculas/el-almafuerte  The documentary tells the story of a film workshop for the young men in this maximum-security detention center.  During the discussion after the documentary, one of the women in the audience commented that the benefits of the workshop demonstrated that when people feel respected, appreciated, and loved, the best of their humanity comes out.  Oppression, neglect, and rejection, on the other hand, bring out the worst in people.  It’s simple. 

I think the whole world should get together for a group hug.  It would be a small step toward achieving world peace.  :-)

And now (Monty Python style) for something completely different!

Noelia and Maxi with their super-cool sunglasses in the El Arca workshop:

Cookies with a Lisa twist- based on a Betty Crocker chocolate chip cookie recipe but with pieces of apple instead of chocolate chips, with whole wheat flour and with a banana added.  Yum!

Connecting through Song

Yesterday was a special day at “El Arca” because I was able to accompany a friend from Santo Sacramento, Claudio, there!  We had been trying to arrange this for several days, but unfortunately, Claudio wasn’t feeling well last week.  I was so relieved and happy to finally be able to bring him there.  Everyone at El Arca gave him a warm welcome, complete with a welcome song at lunch (I learn something new about El Arca traditions everyday!), and I am glad to report that Claudio had a great first day!

It turns out that Claudio is a Boca fan, so now Osvaldo has an ally on the “cancha” (soccer field).  Claudio is not, however, a fan of the singer Axel, but Noelia is trying to convert him nevertheless.  Today, while cleaning up after lunch in the kitchen, Noelia and I broke into song with Axel’s “Celebra La Vida” (Celebrate Life), and Claudio booed us!  Noelia and Claudio will have to agree to disagree I guess.  Meanwhile, Noelia will continue to teach me Axel repertoire.

Claudio prefers cumbia and reggaeton.  Luckily, I know some reggaeton songs myself, primarily thanks to all those zumba classes I attended last year.  On the walk back to the taller, he and I sang “danza kuduro,” “pobre diabla” and “ven bailalo.”

Speaking of songs, before eating our weekly pizza on Sundays at Santo Sacramento, we have a quirky prayer ritual.  We hum “The Adams Family” theme song, and then we sing “Bendice señor la mesa, bendice los alimentos, bendice a todos y a todas, Amen” (Bless o lord the table, bless the foods, bless all of us, Amen).  Then, we all hold hands, and chant, while shaking our clasped hands up and down “BUEN PROVECHO!” (bon apetit- do we even have a version of this in English??).  Actually, I think the buen provecho part is  fairly common.  I really like it- it’s a beautiful way to start a meal with friends. 

I have always loved to sing, but I never imagined that singing with my new friends in Argentina would play such an important, yet informal role in making personal connections.

Earlier on this blog I mentioned the possibility of starting a choir at Santo Sacramento.  To be honest, I doubt that this will happen because of how young the children I work with are (3-5 years old) and because of the informal nature of the Sunday activities.  We don’t need to form a choir to sing though.  This Sunday I tried to teach them a hymn while they were coloring- I sang a phrase and then had them repeat it and so on.  They didn’t quite catch on, but I was delighted that they actually took interest in learning it.  I hope to learn a song or two from them as well.

Today is unfortunately quite rainy, but on the plus side, it gave me an excuse to sing “I’m singing in the rain . . .”  It’s too bad that movie isn’t well known here in Argentina.  Well, you can’t have everything!

Lisa

My El Arca "Family"

As anyone who has worked, volunteered, or lived in an El Arca/L’Arche community will tell you, friendship is central to the L’Arche philosophy and lifestyle.  Consequently, most of the “work” I have done so far is intangible.  Of course there are concrete tasks along the way- assembling “sopapas” (drain stoppers), washing dishes, folding laundry, making visits to the medical center or psychologist etc., but they are secondary to the relationships I am forming. 

At first this was hard for me to accept.  I felt that I wasn’t being productive enough, true to my North American cultural heritage.  Yet I’m becoming accustomed to the relaxed pace of the workshop and home, and the people there have become my adoptive Argentinian family.      

I have written bios for some of my friends at El Arca so you can get to know them too:

Osvaldo:

Osvaldo is a charming man of 64 years.  He is a loyal fan of “Boca,” one of the Buenos Aires futbol teams.  He has a boca flag in his room, a boca backpack that he takes everywhere, and a boca mug.  On Wednesday afternoons when Juan leads the painting workshop, Osvaldo always wants to use the boca colors: yellow and blue.  Osvaldo endures much harassment from the “River” fans, who greatly outnumber him. 

Osvaldo is also a great, affectionate friend.  During my first week at El Arca, he showed me his photo album, which is full of pictures of his friends.  One of his favorites is Padre (father) Pepe, the priest who suggested that Osvaldo live in the home to begin with.  Osvaldo talks about Padre Pepe and his godparents often. 

Osvaldo and I share a passion for desserts.  He becomes very animated when a dessert appears.  I would say that I become just as animated but I hide my excitement. 

Maxi:

Maxi is a 20-year-old bundle of energy.  He likes to sing, play basketball, and swim.  Maxi has been teaching me to sing songs by the Argentinian rock band "Mambru," and on Thursday, we played a game of basketball at the park with some local kids. 

Julio:

Julio and I always sit next to each other at lunch, because we are creatures of habit, and because, as he says “nos cameos bien” (we like each other/get along with each other).  Julio is one of the most polite people I’ve ever met.  He always asks me how I’m doing and whether I’ve talked with my parents and how they’re doing.  Sometimes it’s difficult for me to understand what he is saying, but he says I’m getting better.  He’s very patient with me. 

Sandra:

Sandra is 21 and full of life.  She a great “matera” (drinker of mate) and loves to listen to music.  She also has a taste for large, rose colored sunglasses.  I don’t see her as often as the others because she goes to school during the day.  It didn’t take long for her to warm up to me, though.  She says we are great friends already. 

Marcos:

Marcos (Marquitos, affectionately) is a sweet boy of 14.  He is blind but has, in my opinion, a remarkable awareness of who surrounds him.  A mere hour or so after first meeting me, he could tell who I was by my voice, or by feeling my face or arm.  Marcos also goes to school, so I don’t see him a lot.  He and I have listened to his reggaeton CD together a few times though. 

Dani:

Dani is a fan of “River” but a great friend of Osvaldo’s nonetheless.  In addition to attending the workshop, he has an internship with a local carpenter.  Dani is very talkative and has given me many tips about staying safe in Argentina.  In addition to carpentry, he enjoys playing the guitar and fishing.

Noelia:

Noelia is the biggest fan ever of the Argentinian popstar Axel, who is now one of the judges on “La Voz Argentina” (the Argentinian version of “The Voice.”)  Noelia talks about Axel often and likes to sing his songs (with a lovely voice I must say) and watch “La Voz.”  Noelia is also the proud aunt of a tiny baby girl who she looks after from time to time.

Yanet:

Yanet is a talented artist.  I have seen her draw castles, dogs, ballerinas, and unicorns.  She is soft-spoken and kind and comes a few days each week with her brother Diego.  We celebrated Diego’s birthday on the 11^th.  He treated us to his special homemade pizza. 

So there you have it, a snap shot of the people I’ve been spending my time with these days.  I am in good hands!  

My El Arca "Family"

As anyone who has worked, volunteered, or lived in an El Arca/L’Arche community will tell you, friendship is central to the L’Arche philosophy and lifestyle.  Consequently, most of the “work” I have done so far is intangible.  Of course there are concrete tasks along the way- assembling “sopapas” (drain stoppers), washing dishes, folding laundry, making visits to the medical center or psychologist etc., but they are secondary to the relationships I am forming. 

At first this was hard for me to accept.  I felt that I wasn’t being productive enough, true to my North American cultural heritage.  Yet I’m becoming accustomed to the relaxed pace of the workshop and home, and the people there have become my adoptive Argentinian family.      

I have written bios for some of my friends at El Arca so you can get to know them too:

Osvaldo:

Osvaldo is a charming man of 64 years.  He is a loyal fan of “Boca,” one of the Buenos Aires futbol teams.  He has a boca flag in his room, a boca backpack that he takes everywhere, and a boca mug.  On Wednesday afternoons when Juan leads the painting workshop, Osvaldo always wants to use the boca colors: yellow and blue.  Osvaldo endures much harassment from the “River” fans, who greatly outnumber him. 

Osvaldo is also a great, affectionate friend.  During my first week at El Arca, he showed me his photo album, which is full of pictures of his friends.  One of his favorites is Padre (father) Pepe, the priest who suggested that Osvaldo live in the home to begin with.  Osvaldo talks about Padre Pepe and his godparents often. 

Osvaldo and I share a passion for desserts.  He becomes very animated when a dessert appears.  I would say that I become just as animated but I hide my excitement. 

Maxi:

Maxi is a 20-year-old bundle of energy.  He likes to sing, play basketball, and swim.  Several afternoons Maxi and I have sung along to a CD of Mambru, an Argentinian rock band.  This afternoon, we joined some local boys for a game of basketball. 

Julio:

Julio and I always sit next to each other at lunch, because we are creatures of habit, and because, as he says “nos cameos bien” (we like each other/get along with each other).  Julio is one of the most polite people I’ve ever met.  He always asks me how I’m doing and whether I’ve talked with my parents and how they’re doing.  Sometimes it’s difficult for me to understand what he is saying, but he says I’m getting better.  He’s very patient with me. 

Sandra:

Sandra is 21 and full of life.  She a great “matera” (drinker of mate) and loves to listen to music.  She also has a taste for large, rose colored sunglasses.  I don’t see her as often as the others because she goes to school during the day.  It didn’t take long for her to warm up to me, though.  She says we are great friends already. 

Marcos:

Marcos (Marquitos, affectionately) is a sweet boy of 14.  He is blind but has, in my opinion, a remarkable awareness of who surrounds him.  A mere hour or so after first meeting me, he could tell who I was by my voice, or by feeling my face or arm.  Marcos also goes to school, so I don’t see him a lot.  He and I have listened to his reggaeton CD together a few times though. 

Dani:

Dani is a fan of “River” but a great friend of Osvaldo’s nonetheless.  In addition to attending the workshop, he has an internship with a local carpenter.  Dani is very talkative and has given me many tips about staying safe in Argentina.  In addition to carpentry, he enjoys playing the guitar and fishing.

Noelia:

Noelia is the biggest fan ever of the Argentinian popstar Axel, who is now one of the judges on “La Voz Argentina” (the Argentinian version of “The Voice.”)  Noelia talks about Axel often and likes to sing his songs and watch “La Voz.”  Noelia is also the proud aunt of a tiny baby girl who she looks after from time to time.

Yanet:

Yanet is a talented artist.  I have seen her draw castles, dogs, ballerinas, and unicorns.  She is soft-spoken and kind and comes a few days each week with her brother Diego.  We celebrated Diego’s birthday on the 11^th.  He treated us to his special homemade pizza. 

So there you have it, a snap shot of the people I’ve been spending my time with these days.  I am in good hands!  J

Poco a Poco (Little by Little)

¡Saludos a todos y todas! Greetings everyone!  

By now I have been living in Villa Ballester for exactly ten days, and I have much to tell you!  

A few hours ago I finished my second Sunday with the Santo Sacramento congregation. “Poco a poco” (little by little) I am learning the names of the kids who come to share Sunday afternoons with us, and poco a poco, we are warming up to each other and becoming friends.  Here are some photos from this Sunday and last Sunday:

Birthday celebration, 09/02: All of the members of the congregation who had birthdays in July and August!

09/09: Some of the "older" folks.  From left to right: Chabela (the pastor's wife and much, much more), Xiomara, Alejandra, me (with a goofy expression of course), Ayelen, and Anahi

08/31: Helping make the pizzas with Cristina (director of the women's residence) and Elena

During the lunch of pizza we always share after “el culto” (the service), a group of curious kids peppered me with questions about “Los Estados Unidos” (the United States) and me:  Are there schools in the United States?  Are there dogs in the United States?  Do they like soccer in the United States?  Which soccer team are you a fan of?  How did you get here?  How long did it take?  Is the U.S. close to Brazil?  Which do you like better, Argentina or the U.S.?  Did your parents name you after Lisa Simpson?  Do they watch “The Simpsons” in the U.S.?  Do you have kids?  Do you want to have kids? 

Basic knowledge about the U.S. that is so familiar and ordinary to me is exotic to these kids.  I tried my best not to laugh at their questions, appreciating their genuine desire to learn.

One of these curious kids later blew up a balloon and painted my name on it.  It was so sweet!  She also addressed me as “seño” (at least I think that’s what she was saying), which apparently is how students address teachers here.  My best guess is that it’s an abbreviation for “señora.” 

After lunch, the “chiquititos” (youngest kids) and I painted in our little “aula” (classroom) while listening to a CD of Spanish nursery songs.  The five little girls were a little over-exuberant with the paint, but luckily it was just tempera so it came off  the table easily afterward.  

El Arca

Earlier this week, from Monday til Thursday, I was volunteering at El Arca in a neighboring municipality.  I take “colectivo” (bus- it seems that every Spanish-speaking country has a different name for city bus: gua gua, ruta etc.) 314, and 25 minutes later I get off and walk a few blocks to get to “el taller” (the workshop).  Individuals with disabilities from the Buenos Aires area between the ages of 8 and 64 come to the workshop to socialize, express themselves, and develop skills.  In the mornings, they make “sopapas” (I don’t even know what these are called in English- they are for kitchen sink drains); the company that manufactures the sopapas delivers the parts to the workshop, and we assemble them and put them in sealed bags, and then later the company collects them and pays the workers. 

In the afternoon, each day of the week there is a different creative activity.  These activities include carpentry, reading literature, painting, making necklaces, and music.  In between the morning and the afternoon, everyone goes to the home just a few blocks away to eat lunch together.  Each day of the week a different pair of volunteers from the community cooks lunch for us, and what delectable lunches they have been!  I think I am in serious danger of gaining weight, but at least I will never go hungry! 

My role at “El Arca” is still a bit foggy to me, but so far I have mostly been getting to know everyone and helping out with household tasks.  Previous to this week, I had had limited experience interacting with people with developmental disabilities, and to be honest, I was a bit apprehensive about volunteering at El Arca for this reason.  But after this week, my apprehension has vanished.  There is something so special about the people at El Arca.  In comparison to alleged “normal” people, they are much more warm, open and less judgmental.  They welcomed me into their community without the slightest reservation.  And they are so affectionate!  Their propensity for affection and trust could be dangerous in other contexts because unfortunately, not everyone in the world has good intentions.  Within the context of El Arca, however, their affection is welcome and appropriate. 

The writings of Jean Vanier (founder of L’Arche/El Arca) that I skimmed this summer are starting to come alive in front of my own eyes.  Vanier said that relationships with people with disabilities bring us closer to God.  He pointed out that Jesus most identifies with the poor and the weak, and that the weakest parts of the body of Christ are the most indispensable.  I am starting to appreciate Vanier’s philosophy as I participate in the Christian community that is El Arca. 

I would love to tell you about each individual and his or her nuances, but I’m not sure if doing so would be appropriate because of how public blogs are.  I am waiting to hear from the director about how to approach this. 

So for now, hasta luego!  (until later!)