by BabeAlert on Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:08 pm
Thanks, Mallow...Pat.
We're settling in great! Today Helena got to meet the rest of my family...and nieces and nephews, etc. It was a great afternoon. She just fit right in and was happier than she knew what to do with. It's such a sweet thing to see my nieces and nephews embrace them and treat them with so much love, too.
Still working out kinks at home, but I'm sure with two toddlers that's the norm with every family! Lol. Honestly, it's been a joy so far. Little tiring, but they are doing well.
It's so hard to describe Colombia/Bogota to Americans. The movies and news make it sound like a war zone. And of course it does have it's dangers, especially for Americans/Europeans...but despite that... I had a conversation today and it comes out sounding like such a contrast when you explain how beautiful and rich the culture is...the scenary...the foods...the people and then also try to explain how despite that, SO MANY people are still starving and living awful lives in the streets/outskirts. How sad, the story about the little boy.
: ( You're right...you meet these kids and you just want to know that they''ll all have a shot.
I don't think I mentioned before, but the night my hubby and I went to Balzak (the night before we finally got to the Candaleria)...after dinner, we were approached by a young man who spoke very fluent English. He told us a long story...he was so smart and seemed nice enough, but he was also selling flowers at 10 o'clock at night and so of course...who knows what the real story is or how he came to know English so well. He was going on and on and finally we shared with him that we we had adopted two little girls and his attitidue suddenly changed. He softened somehow. Just then an older man came over...seemed slightly drunk and cut in asking for money. Now, at this point both our guards went up realizing that one of them might try to be distracting us so the other could make off with my purse or the hubby's wallet. But the young one suddenly looked kind of ashamed? He put his head down and stood still. I told my husband to buy all of his flowers and let's go (there was a cab waiting for us so we didn't feel too threatened). The older guy got really angry at this and said some choice words. I hugged the younger one then and whispered to him that whether or not he had told us the truth we wished him well and hoped he would try hard to get out of his situation. He looked at me and said he would...and we got the heck away from both of them then. I kind of believe that he may have been considering robbing us until he heard about the girls...and didn't want any part of what the older guy was doing. It struck me then that there are soooo many unfortunates out there who live that life...and how awful that maybe he looked at the older guy then and saw himself in another 20 or 30 years. I do wish him well.
It was a disturbing moment, but a reminder of how lucky we are to have what we do...and how fortunate we feel to have the girls safely in our lives. We can't promise them perfect futures, but we're just so happy to get to be a part of their worlds and hopefull watch them grow into beautiful young women.