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House by the beach

I am staying by the beach. It is kind of a dream house, a varanda to the sea, a little kitchen and nice fresh wood blinds. It makes it look amazing. Well, it is amazing, but it is not summer here. The last couple of nights me and Isabel do not let go of our little blankets when we are in the leaving room given the air current is so strong. The fact that it does not have windows makes it very fresh in the summer but kind of windy and cold in the winter, i.e. now. Not that it is Boston winter. It is kind of 20 degrees, so it is not bad, but the fact that wind comes in through every window makes it very funny. It always makes us laugh, especially when we try to sleep and we think the roof may fly away at any point in time!
Yesterday and today I thought a course about teaching 3-5 years old. No you are not mistak, I never thought children this age. But the mere fact that I had good teachers throughout my life topped with a teaching book from a former volunteer are enough ingredients to be able to teach here. I always end up surprised with the things I get to do here. But it is interesting, it puts you to the text, makes you learn and develop new skills and eventually makes you help a lot. People here teach by repetition and memory. Their memory is bad because their nutrition is bad, which means they don't learn. Therefore, if you try to help them teach differently, with games, songs, and different parts of the brain, things can really improve. It was a different experience but one that I liked and that I know will matter. That makes me happy.
And tomorrow I go to the food distribution for 100 children, it has been a year since the last one, I trust I will see many improvements. I will hope to have internet to be able to tell!
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