Oh, the Places You'll Go at Burning Man! (OFFICIAL)

In honor of the blog…..

              So as you might have noticed by now, the title of my blog is “Find the Bright Places,” a line from Dr. Seuss’s OH the Places You’ll Go. Now I have always been a fan of Mr. Geisel’s works; but this book is hands down my favorite. I love the point of the story, I love that it has become a traditional graduation gift and I love that it can be a lesson for young and old alike.                

                I think that’s enough literary analysis for right now, how about a video? I found this while Facebook stalking a friend :-P Burning Man is a music festival that is quite famous for its colorful attendants…..and now a colorful rendition of one of my favorite books.

Friendly warning, this was at Burning Man. Bear in mind that not all costumes are quite as child friendly as the book’s original drawings.

Because some stories just need to be told……

                Paola, the little one, is finally old enough to start school this year. Which means Fabiola, her mom, had decided to finish studying to be a nurse technician. Like with most medically related programs in the world, here in Peru you have to do “practicante” (practicum) hours to qualify as a nurse technician. Basically she has to work every day for three months and then she’ll be done. I am SO excited for her to get back to it. She seems super excited and I think it’s great that she has her eye set on a job. In fact I am grinning ear to ear at the thought…….but we’re going to set that aside for a second as I tell you about the night before her third day of work.

                Fabiola finally had time to go by her nurse’s uniform, complete with the white shoes. When I came into the dining room for dinner she, Senora Norka and Aldo were having a discussion about said shoes. Turns out they weren’t quite the right size; just a little too small and they were talking about ways to make them fit better. I couldn’t really figure out why Aldo was so adamant that Fabiola “use just the newspaper” to try to stretch the shoes until my host mom chimed back in with her idea again. Apparently she had heard that if you covered shoes in “piche” you could then stretch them out. “Piche” is Quechua child speak for pee. She actually tried to send Jean Paul out of the house to pee on his mom’s shoes.

         I just ate my dinner in silence…….silent laughter that is :P