Pisco Sin Fronteras: Olga's House

I was hoping to blog about my entire experience with a day-to-day recap, like I did with Guatemala, but the entire ordeal is proving more difficult than I thought because my extra curriculars and classes have truly thrown me for a loop this quarter. I have had the most difficult time picking classes and wrapping up small Peru things like the photo exchange, gifting and other potential fundraising plans have kept me from dedicating enough writing time to truly explain how I have felt about the trip. So unfortunately I cannot be as detailed as I would like, but here goes nothing...

Unfortunately, I do not have many photos of the project I worked on for the first two days, but I went with Nicki to Olga's house to help lay brick walls and rebuild her house.

During the earthquake three years ago, the second story of both houses on the left and right of Olga's house fell on top of hers, consequently bringing her house down to rubble and dust. Olga and her two children were buried underneath the debris for more than 24 hours before a dog discovered them. She said that her husband and her mother walked by and visited the collapsed unit several times and never realized that there were people buried underneath. After the earthquake, 22 family members and friends, including herself, slept on the floor of her father's place, which happened to be right next door. It was crowded, cramped and Olga ended up sleeping outside because there simply wasn't enough space. Knowing that the government was not going to provide much aid, Olga decided to use the knowledge she had from her father to rebuild her house from the ground up. She visited the market, laid bricks and mixed cement to begin constructing walls. But her project was put on hold when she was held up at knifepoint on the way to buy more materials. She was robbed of all the money she had saved up and could not afford to complete her house. With less than three walls built, she resigned to sleeping at her father's. Thankfully, a volunteer at Pisco Sin Fronteras learned her story and donated money directly to the cause so that Olga could have a roof and four walls to sleep under once again.

She was absolutely endearing and truly inspiring. Her and her husband would cook us lunch and as we sat and ate rice and beans, she would tell us a little bit more about her experience. No matter how devastating the story was, she seemed to be at peace and remained levelheaded. Only once did tears well up in her eyes, and even then, Olga seemed stronger to me than any woman I have ever met. She had this ability to remain the steady center of her family and her grounded state and smiling face simply exuded a positive energy that I wanted to soak up. She taught me how to brick lay and was always out in the sun with us, mixing cement and moving sand, even after a long morning teaching at the school. She told us what we should do next and was extremely patient and kind.

Working at her house was my first real glimpse into the Pisquenan life. Riding the small, cramped mototaxis around the area and trying to hold on for life as it hits bumps and potholes, we had the hardest time finding her house because, although we had a street address, there were no street signs and even the drivers had to stop to ask for directions. Her house was welcoming, but I could tell that they lived simply. No matter, she always had this special gleam in her eye. Olga was adorable.