La Revedere (Goodbye)

   

     What a week. I have been thinking a lot about what I want to put into this final blog post about Romania because I have so much to say. First of all, I still cannot believe that I just lived in Romania for four months. It is surreal for me to look back on all of my pictures and think, "That is me? I was there?" This has been an experience of a lifetime and it went above and beyond all of my expectations. However, I fear that upon returning home it will seem as though I never left. I have learned so much on this trip but I am afraid of quickly losing sight of what I have learned once I get back into my normal pattern of daily life. My kids here touched my heart more than I could have ever hoped and I want to keep them in my heart forever. So here is my plan on how to remember my kids and everything they taught me for the rest of my life.
     1. I will never stop talking about them. I am sorry if you have the misfortune of coming into contact with me for the next few weeks or even months because I can promise you that I will find a way to bring up my kids and talk about them. How can I not? After all, they are my kids! I am one proud mama of them and like any prideful mom I want to share how incredible they are. I am sure that I will have countless reminders of each and every one of them every day. Whether it's when I drink water from a cup and think about how many times I drank imaginary water from a cup with my boys. Or when I hear the song "You are my Sunshine" which is the song I sang to my kids everyday when I fed them from a bottle. Or even when I see anything related to Disney because it will make me think of Bambi which is the name of my room in the orphanage. There will be reminders of my kids everywhere and I can't wait to share all of my stories about my kids with you.
     2. I will continue to serve those around me. Every day, I went into the orphanage expecting the opportunity to serve my kids and the workers at the orphanage in whatever ways I could. However, they did more service for me than I probably did for them! They always made sure that we had food to eat while the kids were at snack, they always made sure we were comfortable in the room and never overwhelmed with the kids. They made an effort to get to know us and wanted to know the small details about our lives back at home. I always left the orphanage with a full heart and so thankful for the love I was shown. This taught me to always show love towards and serve anyone who comes into my life. It is not always convenient and you don't always shave an obligation to do so. I was in the orphanage to love and serve and I was shown more love and service than any other time in my life. The joy of seeing that makes me have a greater desire to do the same for those around me.
     3. Never take anything for granted. If you have been following my blog posts then I'm sure you remember the many hardships I have had to deal with while living in a foreign country. For example, broken toilets, leaking pipes, a very large language barrier, several illnesses. I have taken my home, my education, my family, and my country for granted for my entire life. I hope that upon returning home I can be more thankful for the things I have and for the people in my life. I love my family and I don't know where I would be without them. Their love and support have allowed me to have come on this journey and I will forever be thankful to them for that. It is the greatest gift that they have given me.
     There is one last thing I would like to talk about before saying goodbye and beginning my journey home. The day I said goodbye to my kids. It was a day that the girls and I have been talking about since the beginning. We knew that it would be hard and that there would be many emotions but I don't think any of us were prepared. It was the hardest thing I have ever gone through. The entire day I managed to hold it together while thinking, "this is the last time I will do this." About ten minutes before it was time to say goodbye I started to lose it. We took the kids into the kitchen for lunch as usual and began the goodbye process. I told each child that I loved them, gave them each a bunch of kisses and big hug which they all gladly accepted. Most of them also gave me a kiss on the cheek then went back to focusing on their food. And that was it. To them it was just another day. They would see us on Monday and everything would resume as normal. I thought that might make it easier because they wouldn't be sad. But I think it made it harder for me because they didn't know that this was the end. I would never return to play with them. I also went and said goodbye to all of the kids sleeping in their cribs which was a special but sad moment. The tears eventually came (which for any of you who know me knows that that is a rare occurrence), and me and the other girls walked through the orphanage doors for the last time.
     This experience has changed my life. It has made me have a bigger desire to serve, a greater understanding of the love I receive from my parents and my Father in Heaven, a larger appreciation for cultures other than my own, and a deeper gratitude for the life I was given. It has made me more confident, more loving, more kind, and more willing to stand up for what I believe in. I am beyond grateful that I was able to learn so much with this experience and I can't wait to see where in life it will take me. Thank you for all of your love and support and following me on this extraordinary adventure. I can't wait to see you all soon!

Preparing for My Final Goodbye

     God is real. And God is good. The best way for me to describe this past week is a whirlwind of emotions. At the beginning of the week I was thinking about how hard it would be for me to say goodbye to my kiddos. How much I would miss this entire experience, both the good and the bad. I knew that as this weekend came closer, my emotions would get deeper. I knew that I would want to stay forever and couldn't bare the thought of leaving. Well, God knew it too. I prayed for help getting through this week and He answered my prayers in a few different ways.
     The first answered prayer came on Monday. My roommates and I all woke up with a bunch of bites all over our arms and legs that itched like none other. The doctor informed us that we must have a flea infestation. A few days later we found a huge cockroach sitting in the middle of our kitchen. None of my roommates were brave enough to deal with it so I was the lucky girl who got to pick up and flush the cockroach down the toilet. However, apparently they float and so it wouldn't flush! So I had to scoop it out of the toilet (with the toilet scrub brush) and fold it in toilet paper so it would go down. It was a rather proud moment of mine and I have video footage of the whole ordeal but it won't let me upload so just ask me in person next week if you really want to see it.
     Another way that my prayers were answered is the food situation here. I am definitely not a picky eater and I will eat or drink pretty much anything you put in front of me except licorice or milk. So although the food here is not ideal, I haven't had a problem eating it. However, once Monday came it was like a switch was flipped. I can barely eat any of the food they bring. Even the meals that I semi-enjoyed before taste gross. I never want to see cabbage ever again. At first I was annoyed with myself because I was so hungry all of the time! And I wanted so badly to just have normal food. Like Kraft Mac and Cheese. I hate Mac and Cheese out of the box but that is the one thing from home that I have missed the most. That and chocolate milkshakes. And Taco Bell.
     The final answer to my prayers occurred Tuesday afternoon while I was at the orphanage. I was feeding one of the little guys who is severely disabled and needs to be bottle fed. I laid him down on my lap so this head was resting on my legs and I had my head bent over smiling at him while I tried to get him to eat whatever questionable substance they put in the bottle. All of a sudden he coughed really loud and the only way I can describe what happened is this: imagine that his mouth was a whale's spout and instead of water coming out of the spout it was the entire contents of this little three year old boys stomach. So before I could even process what had happened, I was covered in throw up along with the poor boys face, my entire lap, my arms, the bed we were sitting on, and the poor little girl who was innocently sitting nearby. My first instinct was to yell for Katie (who was in the other room feeding another kid) to come and help. Then one of the workers came in and ran over and was trying to wipe it off of me the best she could while saying "sorry" over and over again. Soon after I was able to go and clean myself up and change into another set of scrubs but I was quite the scene before that. But I can now say that I have been projectile vomited on by a child so it brings me one step closer to motherhood. Sorry for the gross details but believe it or not I held back on most of them.
     These may not seem like answers to prayers but they made me have a bigger desire to go home to Oregon where there are no cockroaches and my chances of getting fleas and lice and other nasty bug infestations are very limited. Where Taco Bell is a short drive away, and Mac and Cheese can be bought and prepared in less than an hour. Where I won't have to worry everyday about whether I'll get bit, slobbered all over, or spit up on by my kids. Each night this week I would climb into my springy bed with scratchy blankets and count down the hours until I can be in my own warm bed at home.
     So now that you probably think I am a heartless person for looking forward to returning to my home, let me save my reputation. Yes, living in a foreign country is hard. Yes, I miss my friends and family. Yes, I can't wait until I can communicate with strangers again. But even after God sent me gross bugs, uncomfortable living situations, food that makes me sick, and even projectile vomit, leaving Romania will be the hardest thing I have ever experienced. The goodbye that is about to occur is worse than every single trial I have had to go through combined. I have tried to keep myself occupied this week and my mind filled with thoughts not related to the reality that is about to hit me head-on. Tomorrow will be full of heartache, tears, sadness, and many many hugs and kisses as I say goodbye to my kids for forever. Nevertheless I am thankful that I have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. I know that God sent me here to these angels and that he will help me get through parting from them. Because God is real. And God is good.

At the Orphanage!

This place has become my happy place and one of my favorite places in the world.

My last day at the hospital! It was sad to say goodbye to all of the sweet kids there.

With Romanian Santa!

Going to miss these girls so much!

Changing the World One Smile at a Time

     Good news everyone! I was able to have more dance parties this week. These spontaneous moments of joy occurred while I was visiting some of the orphans who are in the hospital. There is one particular girl who we visit quite frequently because she is in the hospital fairly often. She is probably two years old and has a skin condition that causes large sores and blisters all over her body. The doctors aren't sure what causes the wounds but one cause could be human contact. This means that we can't touch her and have to be careful with how we play with her. She is always stuck in her crib and constantly has her hands, feet, and most of her body wrapped up in bandages.
     Now that I've told you about this girl, let me really tell you about her. She is such a sweetheart. She is usually playing with a toy or eating a cookie when we come into her room and the only person who might smile bigger than she does when we see her is me. I have never seen this strong little girl upset. Her many bandages and constant pain never seem to phase her. Her quality of life at this point is not ideal but her quality of happiness is the most wonderful thing I can imagine one having.
     Our favorite thing to do with her is have dance parties. We put on music and dance around the room all crazy while she sits in her crib and watches. Occasionally she will bob her head along or clap her hands but most of the time she sits and stares at us like we are crazy. The nurses (who all obviously love this sweet girl) will often poke their heads in and laugh along with us at her amusement. At the end of the song she will always giggle and smile and clap for us. Dancing around in this girls room is something that I will genuinely miss and I will definitely be holding dance parties in her honor in the future. Like many of the children here, she has left her mark on my heart. She has taught me that appearances are next to nothing compared to our character. She has taught me not to complain ever again about blemishes on my face. But most of all she has taught me that I can do hard things. She was dealt a hard life and at two years old has chosen to live it with joy.
     When I first visited the hospital four long months ago I remember having a conversation with the other girls about the hardships the kids here have. We talked about how blessed we are to have been born into the families and lifestyles that we were born into. How it is not fair to these children to have been born into their situations. I have thought a lot about this and I have come up with an explanation. These children were sent here to change the world. They were given the hardships they were given in order to teach others important lessons that we would not otherwise learn. To teach us to be strong, to love others unconditionally, to be thankful for what we have, to be brave, be kind, be selfless. So why did I and so many others get to grow up in a safe and loving home in the most safe and secure place? I honestly think that it is because I might not have been strong enough. These kids who I have the blessing to interact with on a daily basis are the strongest humans that I have met. That is why they were chosen to be given the lifestyle that they have. Because they are strong enough.
     Although they are young, and fragile, and sometimes can be a bit of a handful, they are the ones who can change the world for the better. I believe that they have that ability. I know that there are hundreds of inspirational speakers and thousands of people who dedicate their lives to serving and helping others but the kids here have a special gift. They inspire, help, and bring joy to others simply by living. By existing. And I will forever be thankful for them.

Here are some pictures from the past week:

It was pretty cold this week and so we had to get creative with how to stay warm.

This adorable puppy followed me home all the way from the orphanage and sat outside my building whining when I had to go inside without him. It broke my heart that I couldn't keep him!

Me and all of the girls in the orphanage!

This is Teo. She does so much for the kids in the orphanage and is the greatest example of kindness and selflessness that I have seen. I will miss her a lot.

We sang in church today for a special Christmas music program. Regan and I were matching! 

These are the girl and sister missionaries who sang with us. The Elder's sang too but are not in the picture.

Tender Mercies and Spontaneous Dance Parties

     A few nights ago I had a dream that had a really big impact on me. In this dream I was home in Oregon and I was at my grandparent's with all of my family members. My aunts, uncles, and cousins were all there and the dream seemed very realistic. In the dream my family members were all asking me about my time in Romania and I was enthusiastically telling them all about my kids. I was telling them that I still had two more weeks to spend time with them, when all of a sudden I realized that I was already home in Oregon. In my dream I started to panic. Where did my last two weeks go? I should still have time with my kids. I never got to say goodbye. How will they know how much I love them? I had a pretty dramatic meltdown at the realization that my final two weeks here in Romania had disappeared and I did not get the chance to say my final goodbye's.
     When I woke up from my dream I remembered the details pretty vividly. I was very upset and thought about how horrible of a dream it was. And how awful it would be if it actually came true. After pondering this dream all day and sharing it with some of the other girls here, I came to the realization that my dream was actually a huge blessing. It gave me perspective that I was too afraid to gain on my own. I did not want to allow myself to think that I would be leaving my kids for forever in fourteen days. That I only had ten more opportunities to walk into that wonderful room to be greeted by their beautiful faces. That I would only get to visit the hospital three more times and see my kids at the apartments one final time on Tuesday. I had been avoiding reality and all of the pain and sadness and finality that it held. This dream opened the gates to it all and allowed me to see clearly that my time in Romania is quickly coming to an end and, more importantly, helped me understand the significance of that.
     When I return home to America, I don't want to wonder where my final two weeks went. I want to make my final moments with my kids count. I want to be able to properly say goodbye to each and every one of them. And I do not want any of my kids to doubt the extreme amount of love that I hold for them. So I made myself a promise. For my last two weeks I am going to make every moment count. I will memorize the dimples in the cheeks of their smiling faces and the sound of each unique giggle that escapes each of their mouths. I will show extra interest and excitement in the small victories that my kids achieve each and every day. I will be extra helpful for the workers in the orphanage to help lighten the load for them. I want to leave Romania with no regrets and with the knowledge that I did everything I could to help my kids before I left.
     This promise extends beyond the orphanage. I also want to embrace the culture here in Romania as much as I can before I leave. Before I came here I did not know much about Romania and it was not a significant country to me. However, I can confidently leave here considering it my second home. I have grown to love the people and the places and even the annoyingly obnoxious pigeons that are literally everywhere. This past week was National Day in Romania which is like their Independence Day. They turned on all of the Christmas lights around the city and had music playing and shops set up everywhere. We went out to see it all one night and as I was walking along the streets with all of the locals, I couldn't help but feel joy and love towards them all. We bought mini Romanian flags and waved them all around the city showing our Romanian pride. I will cherish that little flag for a long time.
     One thing that I have missed more than I thought I would while living in Romania is singing and dancing and rocking out to music. At home, I love having spontaneous dance parties and rocking out to music in my car whenever I have to drive somewhere. I have not had any opportunities to do this in Romania UNTIL this past week. I was at one of the apartments with another girl and we were hanging out and playing with four kids between the ages of one and five. We had about fifteen minutes until we had to leave and the worker put on some music for us to dance to. Usually the music is in Romanian or children's music that is impossible to dance to. However, this time it was real music that I could totally rock out to! I started dancing and the kids sorta just sat there and looked at me like I was crazy at first but soon they joined in and we started our own little full-on dance party. I scooped up one of the boys and we were bouncing around the room while I pulled out my best moves. As the room filled up with excitement and laughter, my heart was filling up with love and joy.
     As I was leaving the apartment, I came to the realization that this was my last time at this specific apartment and that I would have to say my final goodbye's. I gave them each a big hug and a kiss, said "bu bye" and left the apartment with nothing but good memories and a saddened but full heart. I have come to recognize that there are so many small tender mercies around us that we need to do a better job at recognizing and appreciating. They can be as simple as a spontaneous dance party with toddlers, a hug from a child you thought was afraid of you, or even a bad dream that gives you some needed perspective. So what are some small tender mercies that you have received lately? I promise that if you take the time to think about it, you can find tender mercies almost anywhere. And if you can't think of any, I recommend having a spontaneous dance party with some toddlers. It's bound to bring a smile to your face and that in itself is one of the greatest tender mercies of all.

Me with some of my roommates. It is getting very cold here and we have to bundle up whenever we leave the house.

At church! Only a few Sunday's left and I will miss the small but faithful branch members here!

These are the apartments where some of the orphans live that we visit each day.

Celebrating National Day!

The Romanian flag projected onto the Palace.

Me with my Romanian Flag!

Thankful for Smiles

With Thanksgiving being this week I made a larger effort to think about what I am most thankful for. In many years past I have stated that I am thankful for my wonderful family, friends, a roof over my head, food on my table, opportunity for a good education, and many other things I have been blessed with in this life. However, this year my eyes have been opened to a completely new world and perspective that exists and I am most thankful for something a bit more obscure. This thanksgiving, I am most thankful for smiles.
Living in Romania has given me so many opportunities to learn lessons that would have otherwise taken me years to learn. I have learned to laugh through the seemingly tragic yet trivial trials, see the good in the worst situations, stand up tall and firm for what I believe in most, continuously be sympathetic and kind towards everyone no matter any circumstances, and to appreciate the little things in life the most. I have learned that I was given more blessings in my life than one needs to be happy and therefore I have no reason to resent or complain about those blessings. I have learned not to envy others or wish my life was like someone else's because if my life was any different than it is now, it would not be my life. And my life has been pretty incredible because it has led me to meet my beautiful kids who have touched my heart in a million different ways. Besides the many different things my kids teach me each and every day about life, or the endless amounts of hugs and kisses I receive, there is one thing that they give me that I value the most: their smiles.
Some may think that being thankful for smiles is silly. A smile is a reflex. A person smiles hundreds or even a thousand times in a single day without even having to think about it. I never gave any thought to smiles before coming to Romania. To me, a smile was a simple and easy way to let the world know you weren't in a bad mood. But then I came to Romania and discovered that a smile means so much more than that. Sometimes, a smile is all I have to hang on to in a dark and heartbreaking day full of unfortunate circumstances.
None of my kids speak English and only a few can even speak Romanian. Some are blind or deaf, some can't speak at all, some can't move their arms, their legs, or any part of their body. However, the one thing that every single one of my kids can do is smile. Other than crying, it is the only way they have to communicate their mood. When I see them and think about how they got to this point in their life with no family and an unknown knowledge of their future, I have an unyielding desire to help them. I don't know what a twenty year old girl like me from Portland Oregon can do to change the lives of these precious kids, so I do what I know how to do. I love them. I tickle their tummies, I hold their hands, I sing them songs, I tell them stories, I pretend to drink "apa" from a tiny toy cup. And a smile is all that they can give me in return. Yet I would do just about anything for these kids just to see them smile.
A smile from my kids is not just a reflex. It is not just a way for them to let me know that they aren't unhappy. To me, their smiles are a confirmation. It means that even if just for a brief second, the heavy burden they are bearing is lifted from their shoulders. It means that in that moment, their situation in life doesn't matter. It means that for right now, they are free to be happy. When I see their smiles it means that even if it is just for today, their life was made a little brighter and a little less scary. Their smiles teach me to take whatever difficult thing life gives me and somehow find the joy.
 Although many of my kids are unaware of their situation, I believe that they know more than we think. They are taught to call us mama yet we as volunteers continue to abandon them every few months. They each have a bed and plenty of toys to play with, and clean clothes to wear, but do they have anything of their own? Everything I have grown up being thankful for in my life exists in their life as well but it is not theirs to keep. The one unique thing they have to themselves that they can share with others is their smile. And they continue to share it with me every single day.
So now I ask you, what does a smile mean to you? Smiles can be found anywhere. You smile when you greet someone, when you pose for a picture, when you hear something funny, or when you remember a fond memory. But think of the last time you REALLY smiled. I'm talking about gums showing, dimples appearing, nose crinkling, and eye squinting, goofy smile. If it wasn't in the last twenty four hours, go find something to smile about right now. It can be spending time with a loved one, watching your favorite movie, or reading your favorite joke. The world needs more smiles. It is more than a reflex. More than a way to show you are not unhappy. A warm smile is the universal language of kindness. And I am so incredibly thankful for them.

Here are some pictures from my recent weekend trip to Bucharest:

This bookstore was so cool! It was huge and had winding staircases and so many books and games.

We got to go see an Opera at the Opera House in Bucharest! It was in Italian and so I had no idea what was going on 98% of the time but the music was beautiful and I loved it. We got to sit up in a box to ourselves which was cool too.

The Opera House was beautiful!

At the Botanical Gardens in Bucharest.

Found these super cool Romanian glasses. Still regretting not buying them...

This is the Parliament House. It is the heaviest building in the world, second largest administrative building, and third overall largest building in the world. It's huge!

Lezioni Da Imparare (Lessons to Learn)

This past weekend I had the incredible opportunity to explore the beautiful country of Italy. We stayed in Bologna which is a small city with a large amount of beauty within it. We had a lot of fun exploring the city and trying out the different foods there. My favorites were the pasta and pizza. We also explored the cities of Venice and Florence. Venice was absolutely beautiful and one of my favorite places that I have seen here in Europe. We wandered through the streets doing some sight seeing and window shopping and taking endless amounts of pictures along the way. We also took a gondola ride through the canals that run throughout the city. Our guides name was Alvize and he was very cute. He told us all about the history of Venice and even sang to us in Italian for part of it. Florence was also beautiful and despite the rainy weather we enjoyed our time there. Italy is a place I look forward to traveling back to.

The people in Italy were especially welcoming and friendly. In fact, there was a 50 year old woman in our hostel with us and asked me to braid her hair one morning. After braiding it she tried to give me all of these gifts to take with me but none would fit in my backpack. I tried to explain that to her but she just gave me a bag to put them in. A few mornings later she came into our room at 6am and asked me to braid her hair again. I reluctantly got out of bed while she asked if I wanted her to make me hot tea or coffee. After braiding her hair I quickly headed back to bed before she could try and give me more gifts. I also helped out an older woman staying in our hostel in Greece and I have concluded that for some reason, foreign old ladies love me and want me to help them so they can give me gifts. This will hopefully come in handy as I do more traveling in the future.

Italy concluded our big vacations that we will go on and, although I loved seeing different parts of Europe, I am a bit relieved. Traveling as often as we were gets exhausting and I am excited to finally just focus on my orphanage kids! People have asked me if I am still working in the orphanage and the answer is a big yes! I have been working there for three hours everyday Monday through Friday as well as visiting orphans in apartments and the hospital. I am so sad that I can't take pictures to show you because they are seriously the cutest kids.

The outside of the orphanage. With all of the leaves changing colors and falling, Romania has gotten even more beautiful.

This past week I have been thinking a lot about the lessons that I have learned from my kids and this experience. There have been a lot of negativity going on lately especially on social media. Social media is the only way I have to connect to my friends and family is America and so it has been hard for me to stay positive here in Romania. However, I read a quote a few days ago by Thomas S. Monson that helped me focus on what is important and gain some perspective. The quote is, "We are blessed with so very much. And yet it is sometimes difficult to view the problems and permissiveness around us and not become discouraged. I have found that, rather than dwelling on the negative, if we will take a step back and consider the blessings in our lives, including seemingly small, sometimes overlooked blessings, we can find greater happiness." For the past three months I have been surrounded by a large number of seemingly small and sometimes overlooked blessings. Sometimes, especially at the beginning of my time here, I felt as though those were the only blessings I was receiving. However, these have been my favorite and some of the most important blessings that I have ever received. Here are some moments that I have experienced in the orphanage that are examples of those small but mighty blessings:

A few days ago I was sitting in my room at the orphanage with my friend Katie and one of the little boys that we take care of. This particular little boy is pretty disabled and is not able to communicate or walk. He spends his days sitting on a mattress on the floor and his favorite thing to do is listen to the different sounds that toys make or feel the different textures of the toys. We can entertain him for hours by shaking a toy that rattles or spinning wheels on toy cars. He is so funny because if we stop he will grab our hand and put it back on the toy so that we will continue. This is about as much interaction as we get out of him. On this specific day I was upset about a few different things that were unrelated to the orphanage and I was talking to Katie about everything going on while shaking a toy for him. As I kept talking I was slowly getting more upset and worked up about everything. All of a sudden, the little boy sat straight up and looked right at me. I stopped mid-sentence and Katie and I both were taken by surprise. Then, with no warning, he launched his small body towards me and threw his arms around my neck giving me the biggest hug that I have ever received. I was completely shocked, but quickly hugged him back. He pulled away to look me in the eyes again and then went back in for another hug. He did this for a solid 10 minutes until the workers and the other kids came back into the room. Then he focused his attention back on the toy in my hand and went on as if nothing had happened. I sat there stunned and with tears in my eyes. I could not believe that this one boy who had such limited abilities knew that I needed a hug at that moment. This small act of love meant more to me in that moment than anything else that anyone could have done. I will value that moment and the hugs I received from him more than any physical gift I could have been given. He has taught me that no matter your situation and circumstances, you should always be aware of others feelings and willing to offer up acts of service and love no matter how convenient.

There have been many other similar moments like that that have occurred in the orphanage. Whenever one of the boys walks into the room he runs towards me with his arms open wide so I can give him a big hug. The only problem is that he has very bad balance and often falls over a few times before reaching me. However, he never takes his eyes off of me or takes the smile off of his face and his falls never seem to phase him. This makes the moment he reaches me and can give me a huge hug so much sweeter. He has taught me that no matter how many times you fall, don't let those moments of weakness take away your determination or excitement for what you are striving to reach.

Another boy does not like sharing his toys with anyone. He is obsessed with toys that could potentially hold "apa" (water). He always has plastic cups and spoons to "mix" whatever he is creating. If any of the other kids try to take his toys and toy cups he throws a huge fit. However, whenever I go over to sit with him, he is more than eager to share his "apa" with me. I can sit and pretend to drink water from cups and bowls for hours with him. Him and I have built a relationships and he has made the decision to trust me with his most prized toys. This boy has taught me to fight for what I want but to share everything I have with those I love. Because that is when his smile is the biggest and his love felt the most.

Those are just a few examples of what I have learned in the orphanage. These kids are small and innocent and can't communicate with me in the way that many others can. They may seem like seemingly small and sometimes overlooked blessings that have been put into my life. However, these kids and the lessons they have taught me will substantially influence my life and have a lasting effect on the way I view and treat others. So although they may not have the opportunity to interact with many people outside of the orphanage, they have each changed my life and I hope that through me, they can change your lives as well. So this week I hope you all think less about the hardships and trials occurring in the world and instead focus on the seemingly small and overlooked blessings that you do have. I can promise you that it will bring you a greater happiness and joy for life. I see it everyday in the ten wonderful children I am blessed to care for.

Halloween in Transylvania

This past weekend I received another big reminder of why I love Romania. Myself, two other volunteers, and my Romanian friend Daniel all piled into a car Friday morning and set off for the city of Brasov which is located in the region of Transylvania. The drive took about five and a half hours and was actually quite eventful. At one point early on in the drive I noticed we were going pretty fast and asked my friend what the chances were of him being pulled over. His response was about 10%. Literally less than five minutes later we were being pulled over by an officer. It was at that moment that I knew the odds would not be in my favor this trip.

My traveling partners for this trip!

This proved to be true when later on in the drive we were cruising along the road when without warning a massive cow decided to casually take a stroll across the road directly where we were driving. Thankfully, there was no oncoming traffic or anyone right behind us so we were able to slam on the brakes and swerve into the other lane to avoid hitting the cow. As we all double checked to make sure we were indeed still alive, the cow barely even blinked and continued to cross the road.

Such a beautiful drive

We also stopped for a bathroom break at a chocolate shop (and obviously had to therefore buy lots of chocolate) and they told us that a bathroom was located behind the building. So myself and another girl went walking to the back of the building to look for it. The first thing we saw was a door-sized hole in the back of the building that was at the bottom of these broken stairs and honestly looked like the entrance to somewhere I never want to go. Then, we say a tiny shack located in the yard and decided to check that out instead. There was a homemade makeshift sink that involved a bucket and hose and duck tape on the outside so I knew we were in for a treat. I cant even remember if it had a door or not but we took one look inside and made the very wise decision to hold it and wait for the next stop. You can look at the picture and decide for yourself if my decision was a wise one. It is things like this that make me miss home. After a few more stops and some of the most beautiful country side views I have ever seen, we made it to Brasov.

Yeah. YUCK.

Having my friend Daniel come along on the trip was so nice. He spoke the language and had been to the area many times and knew where all of the cool secret spots to see were. We went up to a few cool buildings to check out some views of  the whole city at sunset which were beautiful. We also walked around the city plaza and saw Romania's narrowest road. The city was so cute and the tree's were all changing colors which made it the perfect spot to spend Halloween weekend in.

The next morning we got up and decided to take a short drive to the Peles Castle, also known as the Fairy Tale Castle. It was located in a gorgeous spot and the castle really did look like it came straight out of a fairy tale. We also found an adorable puppy wandering around the grounds and I couldn't help but get my puppy fix in and give it some love. After seeing the castle we drove to another cool spot in the mountains called "Canionul 7 Scari" which translates to "7 Stairs Canyon". We hiked through this beautiful Canyon to a hidden waterfall where there are seven metal ladders you climb along the waterfalls to get to the top. It was by far the coolest thing I have done in Romania.

Later on that night we traveled to a small town outside of Brasov where the Bran Castle is located. This Castle is also known as Dracula's Castle where Vlad the Impaler lived. There was a huge party/event thing going on for Halloween and so the grounds around the castle were covered with shops and food carts and drunk tourists dressed up in a wide variety of costumes. The wait to get into the castle was over two hours long and so we decided to return the next morning when it would be much less crowded, much cheaper, and light enough to take decent pictures. We did however find a haunted house nearby to walk through. It was my roommate Katie's first time going through one and although it was not the best I've been through, it was worthy of her first time.

On the way home from Dracula's Castle my friend Daniel decided to make a stop along the way to show us something cool. Katie and I were both sleep deprived. hungry, and overall exhausted and in a very weird mood. I could not help myself from laughing at pretty much everything happening in front of me and could not take anything seriously. If I had not been in this mood I may not have agreed to make the hike up a deserted, pitch black, bear infested, long winding road up a mountain. However, I am so glad I did. When we reached the top we found a huge empty castle that had the gates wide open. We went and climbed up a wall and sat on the edge overlooking the city. I have had a few moments in Europe where I have sat alone in a quiet empty spot overlooking an old beautiful city and they have been some of my favorite and most memorable moments. They are the moments where I get to take a break from the stress of travelling and language barriers and culture shocks and I can truly enjoy the fact that I am living in a completely different world than I am use to. I am experiencing so much and I think about how much I have learned and how much I do not regret. These moments are when I can truly feel how much I love this life that I am living.

Sitting on the wall pondering life!

The next morning we met up with a few other girls and decided to take a tram up to the Brasov sign that sits on top of a nearby mountain. It is similar to the Hollywood sign in California but much cooler because it is in Romania. After that we packed up our stuff and made our way back to Dracula's Castle to take the tour inside. It was a beautiful castle and the whole time I thought about how awesome it would be to actually live there. With the nearby bells ringing and a constant presence of big black crows, I  have never felt a stronger Halloween presence.

It finally came time to say goodbye to Transylvania and make our way back to Iasi. It was the best weekend trip I have ever been on and I was incredibly thankful that I had the opportunity to experience that part of Romania. Living in the city with limited modes of transportation, I have not had the opportunity to see many of the beautiful parts of Romania that exist. This trip allowed me to appreciate this beautiful country I live in and will make it much harder to say goodbye in 50 days.