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"It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody, in 
Eurasia or Eastasia as well as here. And the people under the sky were 
also very much the same--everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or 
thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one 
another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet 
almost exactly the same--people who had </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8593893613783984468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/10/buttoned-down.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/8593893613783984468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/8593893613783984468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/10/buttoned-down.html" title="buttoned down" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQT5XnoWQno/ToelgNqe6DI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FYyNDGAZjaI/s72-c/jhampier.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCQn4_cCp7ImA9WhdXGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-3823804314801167459</id><published>2011-09-02T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:11:03.048-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-02T13:11:03.048-05:00</app:edited><title>fanny pack</title><summary>I'm in Ft. Lauderdale on a 14-hour layover and if it weren't for my book collection and glorious Starbucks WiFi, I would be really cranky right now. But alas, despite having had 4 hours of constantly interrupted airplane sleep and a 9-hour bus ride yesterday from Trujillo to Lima (yes, I've been traveling for over 24 hours now), I am in high spirits. I think part of my contentment is thanks to my</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3823804314801167459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/09/fanny-pack.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/3823804314801167459?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/3823804314801167459?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/09/fanny-pack.html" title="fanny pack" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FX0OtdxHh_s/TjTlGrylNzI/AAAAAAAAAME/DimuPuLJ86U/s72-c/rihanna-fanny-pack-05.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UCRn85eSp7ImA9WhdXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-5680007033073382075</id><published>2011-08-24T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:07:47.121-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-24T23:07:47.121-05:00</app:edited><title>let go</title><summary>Today was my last visit to the orphanage until who-knows-when. It wasn't as difficult as I expected, nonetheless it was hard. It was a short visit, knowing that I just needed a few moments to take it all in and then let it all go.

Let go of the sound of Jorge screaming "Tía Kristi!" Let go of reading to Alejandro on my lap. Let go of pretending to eat Juan as he laughs hysterically. Let go of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5680007033073382075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-go.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/5680007033073382075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/5680007033073382075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-go.html" title="let go" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMRHs4cCp7ImA9WhdQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-7364708714008794915</id><published>2011-08-18T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:19:45.538-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T00:19:45.538-05:00</app:edited><title>oh hey, life</title><summary>When I posted "Job  hunting! Will take ANY leads in the Greater Los Angeles area! Prefer  working with children and/or teens; foster care, youth ministry,  education, nanny, etc." on my Facebook profile yesterday, I had no idea most of the comments would be along the line of, "What?? You're back?! What happened?!!" First of all, I had no clue that people pay so much attention to their newsfeeds. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7364708714008794915/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-hey-life.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7364708714008794915?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7364708714008794915?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-hey-life.html" title="oh hey, life" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUDSXozeip7ImA9WhdRGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-1188465329690119624</id><published>2011-08-09T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:17:58.482-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-09T22:17:58.482-05:00</app:edited><title>rrrrrratón</title><summary>I went to visit the orphanage last week! (I've been there every Wednesday for the past three weeks.) I saw a friend from LA whose volunteering at the orphanage, Stephanie. That was exciting! She just got here on the 1st (my Peru anniversary!) and I'm so excited for her to experience the awesomeness that is the albergue.

I spent most of my time in the the Luces house today. I enjoyed some chistes</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1188465329690119624/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/rrrrrraton.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1188465329690119624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1188465329690119624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/rrrrrraton.html" title="rrrrrratón" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWfOv9-Qh_g/TkH3mFcssxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xgiMk3pgswk/s72-c/Marita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHQHwycCp7ImA9WhdREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-7338828337700000018</id><published>2011-08-01T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:25:31.298-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-01T20:25:31.298-05:00</app:edited><title>la vida loca</title><summary>Today:

Student: "Your Spanish is really good! I understood everything you said on the phone yesterday."
Me: "Wow. Thank you! I really appreciate that. I've lived here a year so I should know some Spanish by now."

As of today I've lived in Peru for a year now! Whoa. And man is everything a lot different than how I expected it to be at this time last year. At this exact time last year, I was on a</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7338828337700000018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-vida-loca.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7338828337700000018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7338828337700000018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-vida-loca.html" title="la vida loca" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbFFUrupuHs/TjdRNsQKAEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KyHbtIG5bhI/s72-c/My+Despedida+286.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRHY_fip7ImA9WhdSFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-1181488023557729061</id><published>2011-07-25T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:35:15.846-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T22:35:15.846-05:00</app:edited><title>nacer de nuevo</title><summary>"Having the reality of God’s presence is not dependent on our being in a  particular circumstance or place, but is only dependent on our  determination to keep the Lord before us continually." -Oswald Chambers

I've been back in Trujillo for over a month now, doing my English teaching thing. And as it turns out, I really like teaching English! But I must admit, I've been homesick the past week. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1181488023557729061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/07/nacer-de-nuevo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1181488023557729061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1181488023557729061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/07/nacer-de-nuevo.html" title="nacer de nuevo" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DRHc4eyp7ImA9WhZaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-8930662820032305204</id><published>2011-06-27T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:11:15.933-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T14:11:15.933-05:00</app:edited><title>my magical old friend america</title><summary>Went to America for about two weeks. I got back last Tuesday. My adventures there included an early birthday party thrown by my mom, seeing good friends from high school and college, and a fabulous wedding! I ate Mexican food, chili cheese fries, Chipotle, pizookie, and magical American fast food. I shopped at great places like Wal-Mart and Target. I know, right? Didn't I have reverse culture </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8930662820032305204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-magical-old-friend-america.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/8930662820032305204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/8930662820032305204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-magical-old-friend-america.html" title="my magical old friend america" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFSH0zeCp7ImA9WhZVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-853229785331622603</id><published>2011-05-31T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:23:39.380-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-31T16:23:39.380-05:00</app:edited><title>who am i to be brilliant?</title><summary>

Last day at the orphanage. Got packed up in a few hours this morning. I've been taking the afternoon to write goodbye notes and reflect on my time here. I feel crazy. I'm scared that I'll get on the plane home and realize this was a long dream. That I was in a coma for 10 months and I imagined all the happy, horrible, beautiful, ugly, uplifting, discouraging, exciting, overwhelming, glorious, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/853229785331622603/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-am-i-to-be-brilliant.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/853229785331622603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/853229785331622603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-am-i-to-be-brilliant.html" title="who am i to be brilliant?" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gs6V04eARo/TeVbZfQahcI/AAAAAAAAALA/ClZbqV6XSes/s72-c/alejandro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQESHk4eyp7ImA9WhZVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-938498723318041239</id><published>2011-05-27T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:18:29.733-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-27T13:18:29.733-05:00</app:edited><title>cambios</title><summary>So...this post isn't so emo. I usually write about all my deep emotions here. I do have a lot of really happy and fun experiences here. Even if I don't always write about them!

A lot of changes that you may or may not know about. I'm leaving the orphanage earlier than planned because of disagreements with some decisions made by the orphanage board of directors. For some of the same reasons that </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/938498723318041239/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/cambios.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/938498723318041239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/938498723318041239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/cambios.html" title="cambios" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBQ3s_fCp7ImA9WhZXGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-8253470462951066091</id><published>2011-05-09T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:49:12.544-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-09T12:49:12.544-05:00</app:edited><title>luis</title><summary>One our kids, Luis, moved to another orphanage about a month ago. The Cajamarca orphanage was better equipped to handle his physical disabilities. Luis was in a wheelchair and diagnosed with muscular dystrophy. His family left him at our front door last June without any paperwork. Not until right before he left were we able to contact his family and find out his last name. He was one of the most </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8253470462951066091/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/luis.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/8253470462951066091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/8253470462951066091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/luis.html" title="luis" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glKqdkO4Wbo/TcgjuC9vTLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lGVCXmqCnzQ/s72-c/luis2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BRHY-eip7ImA9WhZXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-6422397261290072003</id><published>2011-04-28T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:42:35.852-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-28T16:42:35.852-05:00</app:edited><title>i love these kids.</title><summary>Often when you think everything has gone wrong, it's just that you're in the middle of a story. -Paul Miller



Doesn't really relate to the post-I just love Juan.
A friend from my church back home had this as her status a few weeks ago. It was all too fitting for me at the time. And still is in many ways. I've gone back and forth in my mind whether I should share that things have been really </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6422397261290072003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-these-kids.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/6422397261290072003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/6422397261290072003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-these-kids.html" title="i love these kids." /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXpGIkORHOw/TbnZX0xFqzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FJXAM7NmSI0/s72-c/juanyyo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBRn8yeCp7ImA9WhZTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-3479822284001584638</id><published>2011-03-16T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:52:37.190-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-16T21:52:37.190-05:00</app:edited><title>learning to drive</title><summary>I learned how to drive stick shift several months ago. In South America. Yeah.

My first drive by myself went well and I did not hit any pedestrians nor street dogs. I had to drop off two of our teens for a church retreat. It was in the early morning so there wasn't a lot of traffic so it wasn't too difficult. I look forward to having mad Peruvian driving skills someday after more experience. For</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3479822284001584638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-to-drive.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/3479822284001584638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/3479822284001584638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-to-drive.html" title="learning to drive" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-B6mTvEyrWwA/TYF0-BF73gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1I0lt0TqFmw/s72-c/combi.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFQXg4eSp7ImA9Wx9aGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-1827088667851415481</id><published>2011-02-26T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T11:13:30.631-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-12T11:13:30.631-05:00</app:edited><title>verano</title><summary>Well it's the end of the summer and I barely blogged at all. But I posted some pictures on facebook that show some of what I was busy doing.


Piero, Eduardo, Isabel, and Carolay in the Plaza de Armas

Enjoy the pictures and I've been here 7 months! Don't forget I'm still fundraising (see right sidebar) and thank you to all you who have already given! Longer blog post to come...</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1827088667851415481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/02/verano.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1827088667851415481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1827088667851415481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/02/verano.html" title="verano" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u3aTth1hmFA/TWlUFhis2iI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cokQk1rKAyI/s72-c/End+of+Summer+092.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHR34_cCp7ImA9Wx9WGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-2277440052141153986</id><published>2011-01-23T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:23:56.048-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-23T17:23:56.048-05:00</app:edited><title>the test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children</title><summary>

Mi Juancito
This post won't be much because I've been sick for a week and not in much of a writing mood. Just thought I would update to let you guys know what we're up to lately. Summer programs (yes, for those of you who didn't know, it's summer time in Peru) started two weeks ago. We have three new volunteers, Liz, Kelly, and Jesse. All of them fabulous with the kids and they have made summer</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2277440052141153986/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/01/test-of-morality-of-society-is-what-it.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2277440052141153986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2277440052141153986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2011/01/test-of-morality-of-society-is-what-it.html" title="the test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-lPXZIQP2ks/TTyojpo0IBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rnTIBO2EvbU/s72-c/juanbike.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGRHk5cCp7ImA9Wx9TGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-4601635303672765669</id><published>2010-11-26T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:27:05.728-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-26T20:27:05.728-05:00</app:edited><title>thanksgiving chicken</title><summary>I haven't written much lately. Busy with training for the new job and a billion other things. Also, to be honest, I'm not good at posting pictures and I don't think I will ever grow in this area...if you're not on facebook, you may not see many. If you're on facebook, please check out the albums I'm tagged in since my volunteer family is much better at taking/posting pictures than me. Okay, two </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4601635303672765669/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-chicken.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/4601635303672765669?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/4601635303672765669?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-chicken.html" title="thanksgiving chicken" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-lPXZIQP2ks/TPBHmCm13EI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N80-d9huiHo/s72-c/ladies.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HSX4zfyp7ImA9Wx5aEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-6342799416910213270</id><published>2010-11-06T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:02:18.087-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-06T17:02:18.087-05:00</app:edited><title>five more months</title><summary>"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than those you did." - Mark TwainI'm staying at the orphanage for five more months, until the end of December 2011. I wrote a bit about why I'm staying on my new fundraising page (I know, it just never stops), so I won't say a lot about it here. I'm taking over as the volunteer coordinator here at Hogar de Esperanza </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6342799416910213270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-more-months.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/6342799416910213270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/6342799416910213270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-more-months.html" title="five more months" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADSXY8eyp7ImA9Wx5VFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-2879299756135730646</id><published>2010-10-08T19:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:36:18.873-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-09T17:36:18.873-05:00</app:edited><title>worth it</title><summary>Today, I had a 9-hour boys' house covering (not inherently crazy since we often have 24-hour house coverings). House coverings are when volunteers substitute for the house madres. In the morning two of the older boys had serious problems listening and being respectful toward me. Even after I gave them consequences, they continued to be punks. I was tired from an already busy week and I've been </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2879299756135730646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/10/worth-it.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2879299756135730646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2879299756135730646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/10/worth-it.html" title="worth it" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-lPXZIQP2ks/TK-70B-yqVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OBIfeVC8sEc/s72-c/abel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQESHk5eCp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-7068715570529390331</id><published>2010-10-03T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:15:09.720-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T14:15:09.720-05:00</app:edited><title>mi familia</title><summary>I work with a team of long-term volunteers (short-term volunteers and groups every so often also) here at the albergue. I've mentioned most, if not all, of them here on this blog but I haven't told you just how awesome they each are yet. Plus, I've linked their blogs here. (Except Jonathan because he doesn't have a blog. Boo.) Here is my Peruvian family:..uh but they're Americans...



Elizabeth </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7068715570529390331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-familia.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7068715570529390331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7068715570529390331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-familia.html" title="mi familia" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-lPXZIQP2ks/TKfWjCIi41I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2stqCONb44Y/s72-c/lizwhit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EARX4_eSp7ImA9Wx5WFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-2011192939115430568</id><published>2010-09-26T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:14:04.041-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-26T16:14:04.041-05:00</app:edited><title>"I'm a missionary?"</title><summary>A friend from church, Bethany, told me this past week that her son, Jude, had to choose a missionary to pray for in his Awana Club (shoutout to my fellow Awana alums!) and he chose me. I was overjoyed when I imagined sweet little Jude praying for me back home. Shortly after expressing how excited I was to hear the news, I thought, "Wait, I'm a missionary?" I guess I am. I mean, when fundraising </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2011192939115430568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-missionary.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2011192939115430568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2011192939115430568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-missionary.html" title="&quot;I'm a missionary?&quot;" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-lPXZIQP2ks/TJ-268YknDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ll6hVaPWZeI/s72-c/clublogo2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYBR34_eSp7ImA9Wx5WEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-2860321648424927516</id><published>2010-09-20T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:49:16.041-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-20T19:49:16.041-05:00</app:edited><title>i've just gotta get myself over me</title><summary>

L to R: Jose Luis, Jorge, y Jhon
Busy week/weekend. My schedule changed last week. Now I'm in charge of a tutoría for the preschoolers and one 6-year-old, Juan, in the afternoon. Today, the morning was relaxed, all the kids were in school like usual. But my afternoon tutoría was chaotic. Jorge, 3, freaked out and started hitting his brother Juan while 2-year-olds Jose Louis and Jhon wandered </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2860321648424927516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-just-gotta-get-myself-over-me.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2860321648424927516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/2860321648424927516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-just-gotta-get-myself-over-me.html" title="i've just gotta get myself over me" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-lPXZIQP2ks/TJf60GtnY5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9ceX2M1_vS4/s72-c/JJJ.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GQXs7eSp7ImA9Wx5QGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-3431298407399023028</id><published>2010-09-08T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:12:00.501-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-08T17:12:00.501-05:00</app:edited><title>my bilingual life</title><summary>I finally feel like I understand most of the Spanish that is spoken to me here. Yesterday, we had a meeting where I understood 90% of what was being said so that was exciting. (Sometimes I only understand that much in a meeting in English!) Speaking Spanish is another story. If you've studied a language and tried actually speaking to people, you understand I'm sure. Imagine that feeling of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3431298407399023028/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-bilingual-life.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/3431298407399023028?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/3431298407399023028?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-bilingual-life.html" title="my bilingual life" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMQXg8fyp7ImA9Wx5QGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-1727417126659589604</id><published>2010-09-07T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:23:00.677-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-07T18:23:00.677-05:00</app:edited><title>Justin Bieber</title><summary>Justin Bieber. He is twice as popular in Peru than in the United States. I never heard of him until January when my junior highers at the after-school program I worked for started telling me about how great he is. Shortly thereafter, I discovered that overplayed radio hit "Baby" was in fact not sung by a woman but was by the 16-year-old pop star. I didn't even hear any other Justin Bieber song </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1727417126659589604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/justin-bieber.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1727417126659589604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/1727417126659589604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/justin-bieber.html" title="Justin Bieber" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DSX04cCp7ImA9Wx5QF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-5961432272353012957</id><published>2010-09-05T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:46:18.338-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-05T19:46:18.338-05:00</app:edited><title>there are no foreign lands. it is the traveler only who is foreign</title><summary>I'm terrible at blogging when I say I'm going to blog. So much for my every-other-day goal. This weekend was busy and super fun! Friday night, I went to a Peru Mission Bible study with my fellow casita assistant, suitemate and friend Whitney. We met up with this awesome woman, Alleen, who is a missionary with Peru Mission. She lives in the the main city and has been here for almost two years </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5961432272353012957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-are-no-foreign-lands-it-is.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/5961432272353012957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/5961432272353012957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-are-no-foreign-lands-it-is.html" title="there are no foreign lands. it is the traveler only who is foreign" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFRXcyeSp7ImA9Wx5QE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329335437100653383.post-7866703257431687892</id><published>2010-08-31T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:56:54.991-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-01T10:56:54.991-05:00</app:edited><title>Pictures and Starbucks</title><summary>Pictures on facebook (you do not need to have an account to see them). In other news:


Yuli and Roxana being hilarious, like always.

A married couple, Harrison and Leah, got here a week ago. They'll be here about 6 months and they are awesome. No. Really. They are both really awesome. We went to Starbucks (shout out to Kelsey and Taryl!) tonight to celebrate Harrison's and Leah's birthdays </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7866703257431687892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-and-starbucks.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7866703257431687892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329335437100653383/posts/default/7866703257431687892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://boldinbrokenplaces.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-and-starbucks.html" title="Pictures and Starbucks" /><author><name>Kristi Scott</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaRquckfq8Q/TYUIyKfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/M9S6htxv4vw/s220/fernandoyyo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-lPXZIQP2ks/TH3M8XXA76I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ibcr0qNOhao/s72-c/yulyrox.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

