It Takes a Village to Help a School
When we go to Peru, we are constantly surrounded by members of Francisco’s family; his siblings, his cousins, his nephews and nieces, their children. We could do nothing for the schools in Peru without them.
They meet us at the airport with flowers and balloons; drive us and our eight pieces of luggage to sister Maria’s homes in Lima and San Ramon, sister Julia’s home in Huancayo; take us shopping in crowded Lima, where pedestrians do not have the right-of-way, to purchase supplies for the schools; help us organize materials for each school; drive us on winding roads across the Andes mountains to Huancayo and San Ramon, or sometimes ride with us on a bus; walk to the street market each morning to purchase fresh bread, pan del dia, and anything else we might need for the day; cook amazing Peruvian cuisine (papa a la huancaina is my favorite); wash our clothes by hand in a back porch sink and hang them on a clothesline; go with us to the schools, share with us, laugh with us, advise us.
Francisco’s family has truly become my family as well, my siblings, my cousins, my nephews and nieces, my children, my grandchildren. I am grateful beyond words for their presence in my life and today, and every day, I want to thank them.
No podemos hacer nada en Peru sin la familia de Francisco. Ustedes son en verdad mi familia tambien. Los queremos mucho. Muchas gracias, familia Sabuco, y bendiciones a todo.
When we go to Peru, we are constantly surrounded by members of Francisco’s family; his siblings, his cousins, his nephews and nieces, their children. We could do nothing for the schools in Peru without them.
They meet us at the airport with flowers and balloons; drive us and our eight pieces of luggage to sister Maria’s homes in Lima and San Ramon, sister Julia’s home in Huancayo; take us shopping in crowded Lima, where pedestrians do not have the right-of-way, to purchase supplies for the schools; help us organize materials for each school; drive us on winding roads across the Andes mountains to Huancayo and San Ramon, or sometimes ride with us on a bus; walk to the street market each morning to purchase fresh bread, pan del dia, and anything else we might need for the day; cook amazing Peruvian cuisine (papa a la huancaina is my favorite); wash our clothes by hand in a back porch sink and hang them on a clothesline; go with us to the schools, share with us, laugh with us, advise us.
Francisco’s family has truly become my family as well, my siblings, my cousins, my nephews and nieces, my children, my grandchildren. I am grateful beyond words for their presence in my life and today, and every day, I want to thank them.
No podemos hacer nada en Peru sin la familia de Francisco. Ustedes son en verdad mi familia tambien. Los queremos mucho. Muchas gracias, familia Sabuco, y bendiciones a todo.
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