Nicaragua 4

On our way out the gates of Los Cedros and onto Jinotega, I felt a strong peace that this would not be my last time here. I knew they were in the best of care, and did not wish them all to come with me. I hoped they would find families, but within their cultures. While I was filled with God's peace, but at the same time I wanted selfishly to return. The drive into the mountains and to Jinotega was long, but the sights amazing. I wished to capture the sights, smells and sounds and bring them home with me. I miss it. Jinotega is beautiful. We played with the kids once arriving at the orphanage. They love volleyball, soccer, roller blading and basketball-anything athletic. After playing a while we sat on the front porch and listened to one of the little boy's story. Since he has scoliosis, his parents couldn't care for him and so his grandfather raised him. Now, his grandfather was blind and the boy couldn't walk. So he was hefted up onto the shoulders of his grandfather, becoming his grandfathers eyes, and his grandfather becoming his legs. This little boy now lives at the orphanage and has recently had surgery. He is one of the most charming little boys EVER. His story is incredible, the resilience of these people amaze me and continue to amaze me. The caregivers working in both orphanages amaze me. Nicaragua amazes me.