Earlier this month, Billy and I had the opportunity to make a quick trip to Kusi, one of our homes for abandoned boys. The directors, Angel and Rosa, invited us to celebrate the graduations of 6 of their boys: 5 from elementary school (Arnold, Frank, Kevin, Martin and Mauricio) and Eloy, who graduated from high school. Since they were unable to attend the graduation party that their school hosted, Angel and Rosa decided to have a big party at home with the other Girasoles boys to celebrate their accomplishments.

Frank, Mauricio, Kevin, Eloy, Martin and Arnold

I’ve heard stories of what happens at school graduations, but had never attended one before. They are much more of an evening event compared to our high school graduations in the States. Whereas my graduation from Cranbrook lasted a maximum 2 hours, graduations here are more of a party that last all night. Wanting to make this party similar to what the boys would have experienced at their school, Rosa had a whole ceremony organized. The graduates were dressed in a (matching) shirt and tie, special graduation photos were taken, a cake was decorated, dinner was served and there was lots of dancing.

As the padrinos (godparents) for the party, Billy and I bought new Bibles as gifts for the graduates. We both were given the opportunity to share a few words- to tell them how proud we were of their accomplishments, how much we value their friendships, and most importantly, to tell them that they have a bright future and a God-given purpose for their life.

with Eloy and Martin

with Arnold and Eloy

And if we hadn’t had enough fun yet, to finish the party off, a group of friends from town joined us in an hora loca. Literally translated, the hora loca means a crazy hour, which here in Peru means a straight hour of dancing without stopping. It was so much fun to dance with the graduates and all of the Kusi boys amidst confetti being thrown, shaving cream-like snow in the air and lights flashing. By the end of the hora loca, the graduation boys were just dripping with sweat. (Lovely.)

It was a wonderful evening of sharing and celebrating. It truly is a blessing to be a part of this ministry and a part of our Girasoles boys’ lives.

The Kusi boys with the graduates

with Mauricio and Arnold during dinner

(…I have to share one last photo from the weekend. The newest boy at the home in Kusi, Socimo, arrived just a few days before Christmas. When Rosa, Billy and I were picking up a few things in town, Socimo came with us. He spent the whole afternoon holding either Billy’s or my hand, and then during dinner wanted to take a picture with me.)

Happy Graduation! is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

I’ve written about my experiences in Ica before. It is one of the properties that my group from First Presbyterian has visited every year since 2002, and it is where I most recently wrote about delivering water. Ica is located approximately 5 hours south of Lima, in the Atacama Desert – considered to be the driest desert in the world.

Wanting to do something fun with the boys for the holiday (and thanks to a generous donor), we were able to rent a bus and go with all of the boys and staff to the beach. Since the city of Ica is about 1.5 hours from the Pacific Ocean, going to the beach isn’t a frequent occurrence for the boys at the home.

Before we had even left the Ica city limits, I could hear some of the younger boys sitting behind me on the bus talking about how excited they were to go to the ocean, what they were planning on building in the sand, and wondering how cold the water was going to be. The closer we got to the coast, the more excited and anxious they got.

Upon arrival to the small beach, we piled out of the bus and walked to the water. Some of the boys immediately dropped their towels, took of their shirts and ran into the water while others sat in the sand and started to build their castles, trenches and one even dug out a mini pool.

After spending a lovely afternoon in the sun and salty water, we headed back to the house to anxiously wait the start of 2012. About 10pm, we gathered in the dining room to talk about the successes and challenges from the previous year, inspire and motivate for 2012 and enjoy a late dinner.

As the clock got closer to midnight, anticipation grew and so did the “what time is it?!” questions. To make sure we could wish each other feliz año right at midnight, an countdown clock was set and we spent the last 30 seconds of 2011 counting down (we couldn’t watch the annual special “Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve with Ryan Seacrest”).

As soon as the clock struck twelve, the sky over Ica was lit up with colorful fireworks (I’m starting to think that with every celebration in Peru, there will be fireworks at midnight). Hearing this, the boys jumped out of their seats and ran outside to watch the colorful bursts in the dark sky. We set off our own fireworks on the soccer field, lit boxes of sparklers and distributed glow bracelets to all of the boys. They consequently spent the next few hours running around with sparklers and waving their glow bracelets in the air.

First photograph from 2012 at Girasoles Ica.

The next day, both Billy and I were greeted with a cheerful feliz año! from the boys. We spent a relaxing first day of 2012 in the sun, hanging out with the boys and even Skyping with friends in Dearborn.

Happy 2012.

New Year in Ica is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

A couple nights ago, I returned from spending almost the past two weeks on the road. Starting in Kawai, our property located 88km south of Lima on the Pacific Ocean, I helped a water filtration team from Tennessee install a system on the property. Kawai and I have a long history since it is the location that I visited on my first trip in 2001, and then kept returning to for the 7 years with a group from First Presbyterian. It is a beautiful piece of beach front property with lots of green grass, palm trees and wonderful people. After a few days in Kawai and another couple days in Lima, we boarded a plane to head north to Iquitos and our boys home at Puerto Alegria. The water team had an installation planned for a church in the district of Punchana (just outside Iquitos) and wanted to perform some maintenance on their system at Puerto Alegria. Since the team spoke little Spanish, and part of their program includes teaching about the importance of using clean, purified water and how to properly and effectively wash your hands, I went with them to help teach.

Working with the children a church in Punchana.

The Living Waters team with their install at Kawai.

After spending a couple weeks with the group, it was time to return home. As packed up my suitcase and boarded the plane to Lima, I couldn’t help thinking, “Why would I be so silly and want to trade places with my business traveling friends?!” They get to go to neat places and travel with work, but hey – so do I! They go to cities where they only know work colleagues, stay in impersonal hotels and just work all day. But when I travel with work, I go to work with friends, stay in their homes and not just “work” all day, but get to have fun. Lots of fun.

I get to see people like Jherry, our house father and director of the home in Puerto Alegria.

I get to spend time with people like Wixler, who I have known for many years.

And, I get to take silly photos with silly boys. (Thank you Luis for that photobomb…)

So, even though I’m not going off to the same wonderful places I dreamed of as a child, I’m going to familiar places – to where people know me and I know them; to people who greet me with open arms and to a job that is never completed.

And all of that is just fine with me.

The Business Trip is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

As we quickly enter into the Christmas season, decorating our homes, celebrating with friends and family, and buying those final gifts, I frequently find myself thinking about the Girasoles boys living in our 7 homes for abandoned boys.

We love these children and do everything that we can to show them how much God loves them. Christmas is a difficult time of the year for the boys in our homes. It is a holiday centered around celebrating the birth of Christ and like in the States, is a holiday celebrated with family. You have heard the stories about the backgrounds of our boys. Coming from broken, abusive homes and neglected by their own parents, this is a time of year when many are constantly reminded that they don’t have a family with which to share the holiday.

We take our responsibility for caring and nurturing these children very seriously. We are their family. The Christmas season is an excellent time to share how we can be redeemed from our sins through the gift of salvation that God freely extends to each of us.

In addition to sharing the priceless gift of redemption, we also want to show the kids that we love them and value them. I ask you to prayerfully consider partnering with us to make this happen. A gift and a Christmas dinner for these kids is a tangible way that we can show them how much we love and value each of them, and even more importantly, how much Jesus values them.

Across the country of Peru we currently have more than 280 boys in our care. If you want to help make this Christmas season something special for these children, then I encourage you to read the following letter from our Director of International Relations, Billy Clark.

Click here to download and read the letter.
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If you wish to help us in this endeavor, you will find information about sending a donation in the letter. After making the donation please send me an email to confirm that the money has been received. If you have any questions, of course feel free to email me.

Thank you so much for your continued partnership in this ministry. And, I cannot thank you enough for your continued prayers. I ask that you please remember to keep all of these boys in your prayers this Christmas season.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas,

Kate

Boys from Girasoles Ica anxiously waiting to open their presents.

Girasoles Christmas Request is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

This past weekend, I was able to return to Iquitos for a brief visit with a work team from Scotland. They were interested in seeing the jungle, Amazon River, our medical ministry and I was particularly interested in visiting the new Girasoles home in Iquitos and seeing some familiar faces at Puerto Alegria. Like Marcelo, above.

Since the group had quite a busy itinerary during their 2 weeks in Peru, they only had 48 hours in their schedule devoted to the jungle.

We managed to spend a few hours in Puerto Alegria, painting the faces of the 40 boys that live there.

And, we spent the evening at Girasoles Iquitos – the newest home for abandoned boys in the city.

You might remember I wrote about a week I spent in Iquitos this past summer? During that week, I was working with another group from Scotland on the construction of the new home. We spent the week sanding, painting, plastering and all sorts of other things, preparing the building for its August inauguration.

On August 13th, 18 boys from Puerto Alegria made the transition from peaceful, quiet Puerto Alegria, to the busy, bustling city of Iquitos. All of the boys 14 years and older packed their belongings, said their goodbyes and moved to the city. While it was sad for many to be leaving a place they called home, the move to the city brings new opportunities; a better high school curriculum and a slow reintegration process back into the busy city life.

I was particularly excited to be visiting the home for the first time this past weekend. Over the past few summers, I have gotten to know quite a few of the older boys and have enjoyed their company over board games, stories and soccer games. When I left Puerto Alegria in August I was sad, knowing that the next time I came back, they would be on to bigger and better things, but also grateful and excited for the possibilities that were ahead of them.

Even though a couple months had passed since we had seen each other, the jokes and stories and laughter flowed as if it had just been a day or two. While our time visiting the home passed quickly, I am grateful for the brief opportunity to reconnect.

As the 25 boys in Iquitos continue the transition process and adjust to life in the city, I ask you to continue praying for them as they deal with larger class sizes, new staff workers, new boys in the program, temptations that come from living in the city, and separation from younger brothers at Puerto Alegria.

The 25 boys that live at Girasoles Iquitos (18 from Puerto Alegria, and 7 new to the program).

The patio and bedrooms lit up at night.

Want to see more? More photographs can be found on Flickr.

Weekend in the Jungle is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

After he got the go ahead from Augusto, the house parent, we were off to the grocery store to buy ingredients. Let’s just make it clear that preparing a dinner for 50 people is very different than for just 2 or 3 people. Thankfully, we both have had a basic experience with this from helping our mother shop for various events, and a team of interested boys that anxiously helped with the process.

Part of the ingredients – garlic, pasta, kalamata olives.

Abel prepared the spinach.

A handful of boys helped cook the noodles.

Randy stirring the pasta.

Jonas helping prepare the olive oil sauce.

Fredy mixing the pasta and olive oil.

Taste test… the moment of truth.

And finally, the finished product.

Adventures in Cooking is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

My younger brother, Randy, was able to spend the month of August here in Peru with me. As I was heading back to my apartment after leaving him at the airport on Friday night, I was thinking about all the things we did during the 24 days he was here…

We spent a 11 days in the jungle at our home for abandoned boys, Puerto Alegria.

Randy learned how to drive the big boat back to Puerto Alegria.

We learned how to drive a motorbike.

We spent the week in Lima.

And, we visited friends at Girasoles Ica.

More photos from Randy’s month in Peru can be found on Flickr.

Randy is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

Last week in Puerto Alegria, while I was sitting in the maloca (gazebo) down by the river, Jacobo wandered down to join me. He was carrying a book with him that a volunteer had left a few weeks earlier, Curious George. Seeing me sitting there in a hammock, he asked me if I wanted to read the book with him. Before I had a chance to say yes, he climbed into the hammock with me and opened the book to read about the mischievous little monkey and his friend with the yellow hat.

Jacobo came to our home in Puerto Alegria in February of this year through the medical ministry SU operates here in Iquitos. His path to Puerto Alegria is by no means the typical way our boys arrive to the house, but the situation he came from is representative of many.

At the end of January, a team of medical volunteers from the United Kingdom, the Peruvian medical staff and SU staff (including Billy) were working on the medical boat, Amazon Hope 1, providing medical and dental care to villages along the rivers in the Amazon jungle.

Near the end of their 10-day tour, they arrived in the village of Cochiquinas, close to the border of Peru and Brazil. A few minutes after they had docked the boat for the evening, a man approached and asked if the doctors could take an emergency appointment.

The man boarded the large medical boat with a frail boy in his arms. He explained that the boy had been out in the fields with his grandparents while they worked harvesting crops. While they were working, he had wandered away from the little hut he stayed at to go pick a ripe papaya he could see in a nearby tree. While standing at the tree, plotting how he would reach the papaya, a snake bit him between his toes on his left foot. Over the next 24 hours, with the help from his aunts and uncles, and various neighbors, Jacobo made the long journey back from the fields to his home in Cochiquinas, and into the care of a neighbor- the same man who brought Jacobo to the boat.

Immediately, the doctors on board began to treat him. The boat carries a large supply of medicines, including anti-venom medications. They were able to give him the medication, but could not guarantee that it would work since they need to be administered within 24 hours of being bit. By this time, 36 hours had already passed.

Over the next few hours, the medical team did the only thing they could do – keep Jacobo as comfortable as possible and pray for God to take care of him. Throughout the rest of the night, they did just that.

In the morning, things were looking much better for Jacobo as he received his second round of antibiotics. He had managed to sleep throughout the night, but was nowhere in the clear. He still needed more medical treatment. Upon finding out that his grandparents were unable to leave their work in the fields to come take care of their grandson, and with no legal guardian to take care of him, Jacobo remained on the Amazon Hope 1 medical boat. When the boat returned to Iquitos, Jacobo was brought to Puerto Alegria – our home for abandoned boys outside of the city.

After Curious George had saved the day yet again, I gave Jacobo a hug and we swung in the hammock discussing the book. He had never heard of Curious George and thought it was funny that a monkey lived in a house and rode a bicycle.

Jacobo, who didn’t know his birthday, age or last name, now has the opportunity to attend school, play with the other 46 boys at the home and learn about God and His awesome powers while at Puerto Alegria. He is a walking miracle and quite a testament to what God is able to do.

Jacobo is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

Here are just a sampling of what you will find on Flickr. (Be sure to check Flickr for the rest of the photos!)

Willinton, a 7 year old who is still learning Spanish. He speaks Tikuna.

Luis, who at one time was the youngest of the house, has now grown up.

Parading with the antorchas, for Peru’s Independence Day.

Jherry and Veronica, the directors of Puerto Alegria, along with Hox, Romario and me.

My brother Randy came to visit, and we learned how to drive a motorbike – something I have wanted to do for the past 2 years.

The three Comeque Coello brothers – Luis Enrique, Harold and Xavier, plus little Alvaro in the red.

Bryan and Dexter, two brothers who are nothing alike.

Rene, Mario and Leyner

Translating for Jherry

The 47 Girasoles boys, plus staff at Puerto Alegria.

Jacobo, God’s miracle from the Amazon Hope.

Jherry with the 18 high school boys that moved back to Iquitos to continue their studies in the city.

And, that was just a small sampling of what you will find on Flickr.

The Summer in Photos is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.

As our Girasoles program for abandoned boys grows, there has been a need to expand the home and property into two separate locations and have a home in Puerto Alegria, and another home in the city of Iquitos. As we already own property in the city, it was decided that the younger, elementary aged boys would remain in Puerto Alegria, while the older high school boys would move back into the city to continue their education in high school. This provides them with and opportunity for a better high school and a slow reintegration process back into the busy city life.

Before the older boys can move back to Iquitos, our current property needed to be remodeled to accommodate the 40 boys that will eventually live and study there. To help with the construction, I spent a week in the city with a volunteer group from Scotland. We spent 5 days working at the construction site, plastering the brick walls and painting the new bedrooms that the boys will someday live in.

The building is not complete yet, but sometime in the next month, our high school boys at Puerto Alegria will make the move back to the city. For some, this means they will be leaving a place they have called home for many years and others will be leaving younger brothers behind. And for all, this means they are leaving the quiet, peacefulness of Puerto Alegria and returning to the bustling city.

As the they spend their last few weeks with us in Puerto Alegria, I ask you to join me in praying for the 19 high school boys that will make the transition from one home to another and start a new chapter in their lives.

A Week in Iquitos is a post from: Twelve Degrees South.