Dreaming big with your feet on the ground (part II)

with Patricia

When we first met Patricia it felt like talking to our own moms; she is sweet, affectionate, and treats us like her own kids even though she doesn’t know us. We knew little about her, just that she also belonged to one of the most wealthy families from Guatemala and that she had lost her husband, a very successful businessman in a tragic airplane crash, which was the kick-off together with her 3 children, of a Foundation which is improving Public Education throughout the country with technology. Continue reading

My small homework cottage

Jaimito & Steven

It is not easy to find the time and place to sit down and do the homework, even if we have the most comfortable desk in the world. For those who don’t own one it is even more difficult. For Cristina or Brian it was the same to lay their workbook on the dirty floor or on top of a mountain of potatoes or yucca; as it was hard for Karla to focus while there were always beans to peel or grains to remove from the corn. Karen just wanted to run and play leaving her backpack way under the table loaded with vegetables. Among the hustle of the local market of Cuenca, Ecuador, in between stands of vegetables, fruits, rice, juices and witch doctors, many kids tried to find the time and place to do their homework. Continue reading

The tree and its fruits

with Soledad

A great Teacher said: “You will know him by his fruits”. It is assumed that whoever helps out doesn’t expect results, but while we were searching for our anonymous heroes, we stumbled upon the “fruit” of the service of our protagonist who was at Lima running some errands. We thought that we were missing a great story, but what we thought was a big obstacle was exactly this Big Fruit. So big it was that we had to be blind to take so long to see it. Surprised by our unexpected visit, Soledad welcomed us and started to tell us about the history of the “Children of the Andes” Association. Slowly, with each word and experience, we began to be amazed at our own incredulity, while realizing that we were facing the actual result of our heroine. Continue reading