This post will be a day late (day 4 was 2 days late!), but I want to try to get it down before we leave. I already forget so much about yesterday! Hopefully Jon will do better blogging about it than I will! He usually does…
Yesterday we woke up in beautiful Otovalo, the birds singing over the lake… everything so lush and green. Before breakfast we walked around a little and took a few pictures. At breakfast each table was joined by a Leadership Development Student and a translator. We were blessed to spend the morning with a young man named Pablo, who is in university studying tourism. He was a remarkable guy, and shared his testimony with us. His local church and in particular his youth pastor played a HUGE role in his life, becoming his mentor and so close that he considers him his father figure (his father is absent). He seemed to be a godly young man with a passion for the Lord and the children of his community. He goes to school monday to friday and volunteers at his church project on the weekends.
We loaded up on the bus and headed to the world famous Otovalo markets, just wanted to support the local economy you know…
We found a few small things for our kids, and an alpaca blanket (because I heard they are awesome… and yes, Dean got one for you Marg!).
Jon wanted a machete (of course), but we couldn’t find any.
After Otovalo we began a long drive into the mountains to visit a Child Survival Project that one of the pastor’s on the trip was supporting (his church). A Child Survival Project is like a pre-sponsorship program that works with expectant mothers and mothers with little ones up to age 4. This church has 40 mother-child units that they are currently serving.
To get up to this project our bus had to do some serious work. There were a few moments where the mud and rocks were kind of slipping away down the cliff side as we made our climb. More than one pastor’s wife was leaning hard in the opposite direction, and whispering some prayers I bet as well.
The view was incredible!! But finally, the bus had reached as far as it could go without some locals helping put stones and some wood under the tires to help it get enough traction to continue up. So we all piled out and walked the rest of the way to the project. Wow. I hope the pictures from yesterday turn out because we were really in an indigenous community yesterday! The church was kind of perched on the side of the mountain, and the mothers and babies had gathered again in lines for us to greet them as we came towards the church. Even though it looked like a similar welcome from what we had received before, it actually felt very different. The mothers were so shy, it was hard to interact with them. They were very sweet, with their babies strapped to their backs and their beautiful colourful clothing… but so so so shy. Andrea, our guide, explained that especially in the highlands self esteem and self worth in women is very low. They view themselves as just a tool of their husbands, there to make babies and keep the house. One of the project aims is to encourage the women, teach them how precious they are in God’s eyes and help them learn skills that can allow them to be more productive.
When we arrived in the church we were able to learn all about the program and hear from the promoters (women who visit and train the mothers) about their work. Their project has 2 promoters, both young women in their early twenties. They are volunteers (who work full time) visiting and training mothers. Each is responsible for 20 mothers, and are expected to visit 3 mothers a day for 3 weeks of the month. On the 4th week they write reports to track everything and work on curriculum for the next month. The program also provides resources for prenatal and postnatal checkups and medical care, and allows the women access to the hospital for birthing. (I’m a fan of home births, but from seeing the homes and understanding the lack of knowledge here, I can see why birthing in a hospital is the wisest and best choice in this area.)
When visiting the mothers, the promoters here often first have to teach them to read and write! About 90% of the mothers in the project there had not finished grade 3. They were almost entirely uneducated, and in order to be able to follow curriculum work later, they have to learn to read first. When the infants arrive, the promoters teach the women how to stimulate their children, infant massage, and all kinds of activities and health information that will benefit the children. Honestly… I can tell you first hand that this is necessary. One of the most startling and distressing things for me on this trip was walking by the row of women and babies as they welcomed us and looking into the eyes of the young children. I have never seen eyes so dull and unresponsive. The CSP program has only been around for 8 months in this area, so the majority of children we were seeing had not benefitted from the program. I think we assume that perhaps healthy mothering comes naturally… but without good nutrition and even basic understanding of what babies need by way of stimulation, irreparable damage is done. However, the infant of the home we visited that was 11 months old (and whose mother had been working with him for 8 months), his eyes were bright and alert, he was able to play peek-a-boo, reach for objects beyond his grasp, interact and smile at his parents prompting. Those may all sound normal, but I assure you that even these simple abilities only came through training in this community. It was startling and even a little devastating to be honest. It was easy to see why the Child Survival Program is so necessary here, because by 4 when a child is able to enter the Compassion sponsorship program, he could already be severely limited for life by poor nutrition and lack of stimulation.
At one point we split into groups and our group piled into the back of a pick up (it had high sides, so we all stood and held on to the rails for dear life!) and began a bumpy trip up a mountain side. We wound around and around and then when we got out we had to climb down the side of the mountainside on a narrow path through farm plots down to a little cinderblock home perched right on the side of the mountain. Inside were 3 little rooms (no running water or electricity), with a dirt floor. Here lived a little family… mother and father (20 and 21) with their dear little 11 month old son. The mother was very shy, and the baby was overwhelmed by all the people (probably 17 of us in total), crowded in her tiny home. The promoter helped her to show us a few of the activities they are working on with the baby and how she performs infant massage. The baby was scared with all of us around, so when he cried the mother began to nurse. In their culture there is no shame in being exposed while nursing, but obviously in ours it is a little more awkward. Of course no one was offended, but probably uncomfortable, and slowly the team began to file out of the home. I think they meant it for the mother and baby’s sake, but our guide became very stressed because everyone leaving would be insulting and embarrassing for the mother. There were a few tense moments, but we managed to get most people back in the house and we’re able to finish our visit well. Eventually we headed outside and shared a snack (the weirdest and grossest corn I have ever eaten) with the family, and left quite a bit for the family for later. At that point the father arrived home and greeted us so warmly. He went right for his baby and scooped him up with a big smile. The little mother clung to the back of the father’s shirt, and I can’t even describe what a sweet image it was to watch them. Their love and closeness was startling in a culture that struggles with absentee fathers and domestic abuse. The father had such pride as he showed us the games and activities he does with his son that they learned through the project.
Finally it began to rain, so we tried to quickly make our way down the mountain. We walked down part way, and rode down in the pick up the rest of the way to the church. We said our goodbye’s and then found we had to ride in the back of the pickups again part way down the big mountain, past the most dangerous places until we could board the bus. Our truck went first, and when we stopped and were waiting for the bus it started raining more heavily. The pastor waved us over to little caves in the side of the mountain where we waited for the bus to come. It was a fun experience!
It took about 2 hours to reach our hotel back in Quito, where we enjoyed a late dinner at a fancy hotel restaurant. Jon and I were both pretty disappointed in the portion sizes. We aren’t really fancy restaurant people… I like normal food and hearty amounts of it!
We we FINALLY got to settle in our room for the evening, we discovered that our passports and Jon’s wallet was missing. We hadn’t seen them since the morning before, and Jon could not remember for the life of him exactly where he put them. We didn’t know if they were misplaced, lost, or stolen! Thus began several hours of searching, praying, googling the consulate in Ecuador to figure out what to do… when finally they were discovered in some random pocket of luggage. Praise God! It would have been a nightmare to lose them!
I blame the whole dilemma on Geoff Moore. He is a musician travelling with us (remember him?)
Last time I saw him he was performing that song, and I was probably 14!
On this trip though, his first words to me in the airport were… “DO you have kids?” At my nod he finished with, “well, your husband isn’t one of them. Stop mothering him”. !!!!!
I sort of pride myself on not being too much of a naggy wife, so I was kind of taken aback and actually spent some time considering his words. He was joking, but he was kind of right. When it comes to travelling I am rather anal about passports and tickets. So I decided for once to lay off and leaven my very responsible and capable, though occasionally absent minded husband in charge. And what I learned is that sometimes an organized wife is the best gift a husband can have!
So perhaps a bit of caution next time, Mr. Moore, when handing out rebukes to strangers! lol
We had another amazing day today, but that will have to wait until I get home to blog about. We are off to dinner now, and we fly out around 1 in the morning!!





















