My ProWorld

Urubamba, Peru | Mon Feb 08, 2010 | Views: 172

When it comes to making plans, I´m slowly learning to abandon my American tendency to err on the negative side (ie: ¨I might come, but I´m not sure¨).  Here in Peru--where words are worth about .05 Soles--it´s much more practical to agree to everything, even it it means triple booking one afternoon, in order to increase the chances of something actually pulling through.  So when someone saes, ¨Want to go …

kwilliams
Peru Feburary

Urubamba, Peru | Wed Feb 03, 2010 | Views: 1279

For the dew days after the first flooding, we were all running around doing random projects to help refugees.  We carried spaghetti, bread and hot chocolate for over 100 peopleit accross a sketchy bridge and through washed out railroad tracks and serve it to the line of desperate and pushy people in near darkness and strong winds.  But somehow I never really got the warm fuzzies.  (I feel like a jerk for saying …

kwilliams
Peru January

San Ignacio, Belize | Sun Jan 31, 2010 | Views: 38

After weeks of discarding the ignorant fear mongering of those whom love me most & embracing the enlightening encouragement of those I admire most, I found myself on a bus with 20 some strangers driving through a country that physically illustrates the social stratification that our greedy world has manifested.  My trip to Belize was carried out as a means for the first hand discovery of a world …

PatrickHager
Two Weeks in Belize

Mysore, India | Sun Jun 21, 2009 | Views: 58

Gloves on, hair up, sunscreen applied, our construction duties continue. Knees bending, muscles aching, skin burning, one rock at a time, doubts filled our mind when we would analyze the layout of the future classroom. From the beginning, we had vague and insufficient guidance from the school principal, the construction workers, and from our internship director. To make matters worse, there was a scarcity of tools and the absence of …

JeannettePaulino
My Humanitarian Adventure on the Other Side of the World

Mysore, India | Mon Jun 29, 2009 | Views: 93

On my last day of the internship, on my way back home from Kaliyuva Mane, I counted my blessings. As I passed by the roads of rural life on the outskirts of Mysore, with its smell of burnt grass, its herd of cows and sheep on the side, with its 13 year-old married girls, and with its inadequate access to electricity and water, I made a promise to myself. ProIndia …

JeannettePaulino
My Humanitarian Adventure on the Other Side of the World