Friday, July 24, 2009

Sand Sculptures

the main display


Yesterday I got to spend some time with Jared, a 9 (in August) year old boy I've been babysitting since he was 4. It was the first time I saw him since I left for Africa. We took the T to Revere Beach to view the annual sand sculpting contest. The creations never cease to amaze and impress me! Even though it was overcast and chilly, Jared and I had a great time and even did some sand art of our own.

jared's creation

to my friends in SA

Monday, July 20, 2009

Burn Camp 2009

This past week I was at Burn Camp. Since 2005 I have been spending the 3rd week of July in Union, CT at an overnight summer camp for children with burn injuries. The staff are made up of mostly firefighters. The rest of us are burn nurses, therapists, and burn survivors, to name a few. For one week we come together from Boston, New York, Connecticut, and DC to provide a fun, supportive and safe place for children to be children. Even though it's only one week a year, it is such a big part of my life. That place and those people are incredibly special.

This year was our biggest year with 75 campers. The theme was Disney. I was assigned to group 3 and we named ourselves “The Disney Do-Das”. Myself and 3 other counselors were in charge of 11 10-11 year olds. At night I bunked with the senior girls (15-18 years old). Group 3 was fantastic. The kids were full of energy and fun to hang out with. We had 4 new campers who all, by the end of the week, where sad to leave and couldn’t wait for next year. My senior girls always provide good company around the camp fire at night. We experiment with s’mores and eat more junk than anyone should consume in one week. This year, the new s’more was with Andes mints. They were tasty, but our best discovery to date is peanut butter cups invented 2 years ago. It’s magic in your mouth and sweeping camp sites everywhere.

Mother Nature was on our side for the majority of the week. It rained a few times but we were only rained in once. At the beginning of the week the nights were cold, but got progressively warmer. We had plenty of sunny days to enjoy the lake. My favorite past times include convincing a child to swim out to the dock or to row a canoe for-I mean WITH me out to explore the water and relax in the sun. Though, you can’t expect to relax if there are others out on the water. The children get a big kick out of splashing and tipping other boats. It’s fun, sure, except that the boat needs to then be towed back to shore and there are some very slimy and grassy sections! Elch! I adopted a new adventure for the kids, instead. I allow them to jump out of the boat. This keeps me dry(er) and there is no towing involved. Sometimes they even climb back in to help me row in. Everybody wins!

Other activities include archery, hiking, arts and crafts, field games, firefighter games (with a working engine and actual gear) and a high and low ropes course. I love watching the kids shoot the aarows. Some of them look so small behind the bows! But they never fail to impress me with their efforts.

Firefighter games are like a firefighting version of tug-o-war. The kids gear up and split into two teams; each with a hose attached to the engine. The goal is to aim at a keg hung on a string that stretches across the field. The first team to force the keg to the opposite side wins. The guys love getting behind the hoses and teaching the kids how to use them. The hoses are tremendously heavy and powerful. It, indeed, takes a lot of teamwork and communication.

Ropes is probably my favorite camp activity. The ropes staff are not only highly skilled, but absolutely great with the kids. Watching them work with them is truly inspiring. They promote teamwork and encouragement like no other. My most moving and memorable moments at camp have been on the ropes course. Children face their fears and overcome tremendous feats with the undying support and encouragement from the staff and their peers. Watching a child accomplish something that challenges them is not only humbling, but a true testament that anything is possible, teamwork can move mountains, and that limitations are only in our heads.


I compared camp and south africa months ago in this blog. Even though the time spent at each place is vastly different, they each provided me with a transient moment in time of intense significance. In each experience I am challenged both physically and mentally, I work along side truly dedicated, caring, and benevolent people. In each experience I am welcomed into a world that teaches me about myself by showing me the strength and beauty in others. Each experience (in a different way) removes me from the outside world and into a much smaller world. One that is filled with incredible, life-changing moments and fosters the most remarkable relationships. The end is always difficult. Whether its 10 days or 3 months, it's always a struggle to get both feet back into the real world again. But I take with me the lessons, the wisdom and the relationships I feel so very fortunate to have been granted.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Hooray For Independence and Hot Dogs!

my first (and long awaited) summer hot dog

What a wonderful time to return to the U.S. I must admit, however, that the 4th is seriously down played. Granted, I didn't have much chance for exposure given that I returned only two days before and was operating as only half of a human, but I was hoping to be deeply moved or maybe even caused to shed a tear or two. I was neither. In fact, it never even really felt like the 4th. I think the recent weather had a lot to do with it. It's hard to get exited for a summery holiday when the weather is less than cooperative. I've got high hopes for July!

Nonetheless, I had a fantastic weekend. I headed up north to the Lake Winnepesauke region to spend time with my dad's family. He and my aunt each have a place up there. On the ride up I listened to my South African music. During that time I felt one foot land on the ground. I had the music up loud as I drove through the familiar streets (back on the RIGHT side of the road). The music was completely Cape Town to me. The sights in front of me were home. The two worlds were bridged, and what I felt can be best descibed as completion. I literally felt my body fill up as I drove. It filled me until my eyes began to water with tears. And I was happy. The music was the tangible notion that Africa has come with me. Even here in rurual america, Africa is keeping me company and moving forward with me.

We spent the weekend boating, hiking, BBQing, playing Blokus and relaxing in the sun. It felt amazing to feel the sting of summer on my cheeks, nose, and shoulders. My dad and I hiked Bald Knob on Sunday. My dad is familiar with many of the trails in the neighborhood and he led me on an 8 mile trek through the woods and along some waterfalls. We had an amazing view of the entire lake from the peak and we mapped out the surrounding land, islands, and our neighborhood. We also found wild blueberries which we took home for pancakes! The waterfalls on the way down were gushing from the recent rains. With the sun coming in through the trees, the sight was magnificent.
Hiking was a great bridge from SA to USA (interesting how they are only one letter off). It connected me so much to SA because hiking was such a big part of my time there. At the same time, I felt grounded here at home because the hike was so completely different; so completely New Hampshire. The smell of the forrest, the mountains, the lake, and the town was so familiar to me.

Spending time with my dad and family helped me to appreciate my return home. I enjoyed sharing my South African experiences with them and I always enjoy the company of people I care so much about. Anyone who knows me would appreciate my behaviors after only 10 minutes with my dad's family. We spent the entire weekend sporatically in search for someone's keys, wallet, or cell phone. When we weren't doing that, we were reminding each other to remember them. My family is also good for laughs...most often at the expense of someone else (and their missing or forgotten item). The bad news: my dad turned 49 this week and he is in the process of recieving his replacement cards and IDs from the wallet he lost last week-so I guess it's not something I can expect to 'grow out of'. The good news: I'm a Surprenant!!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Home Sweet Home

kyla, my puppy
7/3/09
I am writing this to the sound of a lawn mower, my puppy at my feet, and the summer sun breaking through the clouds. Summer! It is great to be home and I have cherished the countless phone calls and welcome homes. I am excited for an American 4th of July Barbeque and all the hot dogs I can eat. I can’t wait to leave for camp next week, to see Abbie’s ever growing belly, and to enjoy the remaining long, warm summer days. But part of me is still in Africa. Part of my yearns to see Table Mtn and surround myself by the most beautifull accent in the world. I’ve caught up on sleep, begun to unpack, sifted through my souvenirs, and shared a number of stories already. I have so many memories both tangible and not. I move on from here with a better understanding of myself, the world, amazing experiences and some fabulous new friends. During my time in Cape Town I kept a list of things I hope I never forget. They are experiences or sights that I found so moving that I wanted to have them to call on when I was really missing Cape Town or found myself slipping away from all that I gained there.

Things I Hope I Never Forget:
The view of Camp’s Bay from the top of Table Mountain
The 180 view of Lion’s Head
How small I feel next to a mountain
The Bush Sunset
Star gazing in the bush (and how to find true south)
The sound of Lions around the campfire
The peaceful sounds of African Birds
Table Mountain…in all it’s glory
-the views from the top
-running the base trails (the views, the birds, and solitude)
The courage and resiliency of children…and nature
The sunset on the waves
The accomplishment of a challenging hike
Running the x-treme 10k
To break for tea
The Soulful Eyes of the Children
How to make my own space
How to live in the moment
Awesome African Skies
The overwhelming vulnerability nature gives me-and that it’s the happiest I’ve ever been
Kate’s Yogic Advice
Sleeping with Ellies and how graceful they are
Watching a baby elephant discover the world around her
Watching the Sunrise from 1304
The Accent

And to also help me when I’m down…


Thing’s I’m NOT Going to Miss:
The Bus
Waiting for the Bus
Sitting on the Bus
Riding the Bus
Getting off the Bus
Toppers
Taking a cab everywhere because it’s too unsafe to walk
The walls that surround every house
The weather
The elevators in Perspectives
Beggars/solicitors on the streets
Skyrove wireless internet
Minibuses
Cape Town Drivers
Skyrove! Grr!
The Laundry Room in Perspectives
Windy Nights
Minibuses



An African Blessing
May the African sun always shine on you
May the rhythm of the drums beat deeply in your heart:
And may the vision of its glory fill you with joy and
May the memory of Africa be with you always

Friday, July 3, 2009

America Or Bust

7/1/09
I started my morning with roibos in my favorite chair watching the sun come. It’s almost exactly how I spent my first hours in Cape Town. The sunrise is just as beautiful and awesome as it was on the first day. I got ready for work every morning to that sunrise and now I was witnessing my last...at least the last sunrise of THIS trip.

In between cleaning, organizing and packing, I returned the beetle, said my goodbyes and attended my final yoga class. I got the most I could out of the class, not knowing when my next yoga class would be. As the day went on, the reality of my situation sank in. A lot of it derived from the idea of calling a taxi. The emptiness of that was almost unbearable. I got in touch with Sister Sara and she graciously agreed to drive me to the airport. I felt 90% better about leaving. Just before 5, Sarah, Pippa and I gathered my load and headed to the connect office. I dropped off my keys and phone and said my goodbyes. From there we went outside to meet Sara who was already there waiting with her trunk open. Once in the car, I was feeling a heavy and almost lightheaded. I realized at that moment how truly horribly taking a cab would have been. Sitting with a stranger at that moment and left to my own thoughts or superficial conversation would have been painful. Instead, Sara provided laughs conversation and even encouragement. We talked more about the hospital and the children. I leave RCCH behind knowing they are in the very best of hands. With Caroline and Sister Sara on duty I have no reservations that the children will be provided for and entertained.

I fully expected my suitcase to be over weight….and it was. 13ks overweight! Fortunately (and to my grateful surprise) it only cost me R353. I also earned R589 back in taxes. But things can only go so smoothly for so long in DaniLand. To my shock and dismay, I looked into one of my bags to find a connect cell phone in it! I knew it wasn’t mine, but HOW…WHEN??!! I looked through it and realized it was Sarah’s. HOW…WHEN?!?!! I called Lucy’s phone (which I knew was in our apt) and finally got in touch with Sarah. She was just as confused as I was. I asked around the airport and there was nothing I could do at that point. We would not have enough time for Sarah o come retrieve it herself so I was to take it all the way back to the states only to mail straight back to SA. How frustrating!! How Dani!!!

Also, I REALLY need to learn how to pack better. I just had stuff everywhere. It was abundant and heavy. By the time I settled into my seat on the plane, I hade stuff above me, below me, on my lap and at my feet. At least all the excitement was enough to keep me distracted from all the people and places and things I would be leaving behind. My aim at this point was to maintain my Cape Town way of thinking: presently and forwardly. I was excited to see SO many people, then there’s summer, the 4th, Abbie’s Baby and Burn Camp. I would focus on those things. Cape Town had taught me to do this very well. I only hope I am able to take it with me and not leave it behind…along with lord knows what else…

My Final Full Day In Cape Town

6/30/09
I drove Annelise to work this morning so she wouldn’t have to take a cab on her own. Sara sent me an SMS asking to get together before I left. I was more than happy to accept the offer and we arranged for her to fetch me from my apt in the afternoon. I decided to compile her a CD of some “American” music that I knew she wouldn’t have heard of. When she picked me up, she presented me with a small bag. Inside was not only a “South African” CD, but a beaded bracelet (like the ones seen in every shop and market at every corner of Cape Town). Her gifts couldn’t have been more touching. I love new music and I would take each of these things home with me as a warm reminder of the wonderful people and experiences in Cape Town.

Sara and I drove up Rhodes Memorial (Rhodes Mem) to UCT’s upper campus. Following suit to the prior days, the weather was gorgeous and we sat on a rock wall that overlooked the Rondebosch side of the city, Devil’s Peak Behind us. I found out that I still have much to learn about Cape Town! Using the city spanned out in front of us, Sarah showed me UCT’s campus, her neighborhood, and other random facts about the city. We chatted on for a while, talking a lot about where we thought our next step should lead us. We both share a love for change, adventure, and a reckless inability to settle. She asked me, “What’s wrong with us?” and we had a good laugh. But the answer is nothing. I’ve thought a lot of times, ‘what am I searching for?’ ‘what is it exactly that I want?’ and analyzed my life to find "my issue". I only know what I DON’T want. I DON’T want to settle and I DON’T want to ever stop learning and exploring all the world has to offer. So, no, there is nothing wrong with us. We just have an insatiable hunger for adventure and knowledge; to make the most out of life. I think we both recognize how MUCH is out there to see and do...and we won’t be satisfied until we've experienced it all.

cape town

Caroline arrived this evening. She and nick are staying up near Kloof St until an apartment opens up for them in Perspectives. I took the beetle up to visit them. It was so nice to see a familiar face!! The three of us wandered her new neighborhood and settled on a small pub restaurant, Miller’s Thumb. We caught up on the last month and enjoyed a relaxing dinner. Caroline invited the group of us to her wedding in June and then to present with her at the Child Life conference the following weekend. I was truly honored to be invited to both events. She and Nick are both remarkable people, and they couldn’t be more deserving of the happiness they have found. Caroline, even though younger, is truly an inspiration. She is driven and persistent. Our program is the living, breathing, proof of her hard work and dedication. We have all played such an integral part in bringing up this program and contributing to its success, but it was Caroline who planted the seed, Caroline who built a strong foundation, and Caroline who continues to watch over it. I truly hope I can continue to contribute to this program and forever hold the relationships I’ve formed and the experiences I’ve gained on the front of my bookshelf.

Love Your Life

6/28/09
We woke up Sunday to clouds and rain. The elephants proved to be pretty good roommates. We heard them every now and then, but were able to get a good night’s sleep. After a delicious breakfast at the park restaurant, we went into the field for one last encounter before hitting the road. The skies cleared the closer we got to Cape Town. We stopped along the N2 for a quick lunch and souvenir shopping. We were back at Perspectives by 6pm.

I changed quickly and headed back in the car to visit the hospital. I was to work with the 7 year old patient scheduled for theatre the next day. I also planned the visit with Sister Sara’s night shift. Since she had been on nights for the last few weeks, I hadn’t gotten to see much of her, much less say goodbye. Thankfully, this was the case because when I got to the hospital, I learned that the patient’s theatre was (again!) canceled and rescheduled. This time, for Novemeber. Caroline, she’s all yours :).

me and sister sara

I spent about an hour on C2 sitting with Sara and the boys. Sara, being my age, has been a wonderful person to work with and get to know. Not only skilled in her profession, but so attentive to the children. Their appreciation shows in their affection for her. Sara is currently debating her next move (job, apt etc) and I know all too well that position. I am confident she will make the right decision and wish her all the best.


6/29/09
With my final days in Cape Town upon me, I wanted to make sure I fit in a few of my favorite activities. I went into work to say my final goodbyes before heading home to start wrapping up. I got a new suitcase from Wooly’s and brought it home to start filling it up. Afterwards, I headed to Lion’s Head for a hike. Even though it was my 7th time up, it never ceases to awe me. The mountains, the ocean, the city, and the hike itself make Lion’s Head one of my favorite things about Cape Town. I’d my MOST favorite if there weren’t so many things that I loved about the city.

Knysna Elephant Park

6/27/09
Sarah and I planned to check out the Garden Route this weekend. The Garden Route follows the coast of South Africa. Along the way tourists will find a plethora of things to do. The most popular are the sky diving and bungy jumping. We agreed to keep our trip a little simpler. I had asked Sister Sara at RCCH what the one single best thing to do on the garden route was. She didn’t even hesitate to say Knysna and the Kysna Elephant park. Since her suggestion some of the newer connect kids had done the garden route and raved about the park. We booked a room and a car and set out early Saturday morning. The drive was gorgeous…at first. Mountains, fields, and more sheep than you could ever dream of. Sheep were everywhere. Little ones, big ones, and even rams. The babies were adorable! But after about 30 mins of field and sheep, it just got old. The fields and sheep stretched for miiiiles (kiloooometers) with no sign of civilization. About 3 hours into our trip we stumbled upon a farm/restaurant. The weather was gorgeous so we sat outside an ate with wonderful views of fields and mountains.

We finally arrived in Knysna a little after 4pm (after over 6 hours of driving). Knysna is home to 15 orphaned and rescued ellies. The elephants are well looked after, trained, and cared for around the clock. At night, the elephants are led into a massive warehouse type of building which houses a giant pen for each of them. To our surprise, our room was a loft above these pens!! Our room was amazing. It had an almost ski lodge feel to it, with (classy) elephant décor and paraphernalia throughout. Our door opened directly onto the loft which overlooked the ellies. There was comfy furniture, tea, and the most fantastic view of the elephants. We dropped our things and headed out to the field with our guide. We had been told that the newest addition to the herd was only 7 days old! 7 days!! As we walked onto the field we could see the elephants tramping along. I noticed a very small ellie and asked if THAT was the baby. The guide laughed and said, “No, no. He is 2 years old.” It already seemed so tiny! He instructed me to look closer at the herd. As we got closer and the elephants continued to move around I saw the tiniest little figure underneath a massive elephant. It reached up to about just above her knee and never stayed more than 2 feet away from it’s mother. It actually spent the majority of the time directly underneath her. It was the most precious scene. The ellies were led over to u where we were able to feed and interact with them. We were instructed to hold the food (which was ¼ pieces of carrot, pineapple, and squash) in an open palm. The elephants would then lift it our of our hand. Or they would present their trunks to us and we would drop the food in. Their breath was incredibly warm. It was amazing to watch them maneuver their trunks so closely. What a fantastic appendage! The trunks literally mimick an arm (fully equipped with fingers!). The ellies lift, twist, pull, search, sniff, and discover with them. I’ve never been so close to so many elephants. They are MASSIVE. And they love affection. I was getting poked and explored with trunks from every angle. The little ones came up to about my chest and the tiniest little baby, Bibi, which means little girl, came up to my waist. She was about the size of my on all fours. That sounds big for 7 days but when you compare her to full grown elephants, its super tiny! It was a joy to watch her move around and explore the world. She reminded me a lot of a human toddler; fumbling with her steps and learning how to use her trunk, even almost loosing her balance a few times. It was ADORABLE and I was instantly in love. We then walked back to the pens with the elephants. The field experience was overwhelming, awesome, a little scary and deeply moving.
sarah in our loft above the ellies

For dinner, Sarah and I went into town. We stopped at the first sight of restaurants and walked until we found something we liked. We settled on a small place called Harrie B’s. The majority of it’s patrons were in the bar section watching a live band. We sat in the dinner section, and were the only customers there. Our waiter must have assumed we felt left out by this and insisted and showing us his magic tricks as alternative entertainment. It started when he asked about what we were doing in Cape Town blah blah and what we studied (were studying). I, in turn, asked him what he studied. When he said “magic” I laughed. I thought he was kidding. But then he continued to say he’d been studying it for 8 years. Oops. Sorry dude. His tricks were nothing great and actually began to border on weird. But at least we had a good laugh!

After dinner we showered and got comfy. I needed to grab something from the car and when I did, I was invited down to get a closer encounter with the ellies. After taking some pictures of Bibi, the keeper asked me if I wanted to feed the other (older) babies. I, of course, was happy to. He handed me a 2 liter coke bottle with a massive nipple on the top. It was filled with a milk formula similar to one given to human toddlers. The babies used their trunks to hold the bottle up and guzzled the entire thing in about 10 seconds. Afterwards, we sat out on our loft with tea and chocolate to watch our new friends settle in for the night. The elephants were either eating or sleeping. I was surprised at how graceful elephants lay themselves down. The go first on their back knees, then down on their elbows before slowly lowering their heads and backs to the ground beside them. The baby was actually the least graceful, plopping herself down whenever she got tired. SO CUTE!

2 year old ellie

My Not So Last Day

6/26/09
Today was meant to be my last day at RCCH. It was a particularly busy day. The theatres that were lacking yesterday, were made up for today. Between mask inductions and dressing changes, I said my goodbyes and thanked the staff for their cooperation and hospitality. Near the end of the day, a past patient showed up. This is the patient whom I was scheduled to work with over a month ago. She has a history of several anxieties surrounding the hospital. She never turned up for her appointment with us and no one had heard much more beyond that…until today. I nearly hit the floor when she told me that her theatre was on Monday. Of course. How could I possibly ignore this? I spoke with Jenny and we agreed that I would go to the hospital Sunday night and accompany her to theatre on Monday morning. The pain management team feels strongly about working through this child’s anxieties as an alternative to simply sedating her every time she has theatre. I would not be a respectable child life specialist if I did not only agree with this, but do everything in my power to make that happen. Most child life specialists would give their entire bubble supply for that kind of support and advocacy from the medical team.

After work, Sarah and I took our laptops to a café around the corner, Special Gallery 38. We wanted reliable internet and food…and the options at mugged, the café in the lobby of our building, are getting old. We enjoyed coffee and sandwiches among beautiful and works of art.

This evening we had dinner at Cauveau near Kloof st. It is our last night all together because Lucy leaves for Malaui this weekend and doesn’t return until the end of July. Pippa and Lucy’s friend, James (who is here visiting her this week) joined us. We ordered sushi, tappas and wonderful desserts. The food was good, but the servings weren’t nearly big enough. The service was also terribly slow, even by South African standards. Nevertheless, we had a wonderful time. Lucy has been an amazing roommate. Sarah has only made a great addition. We are all laidback and get along really well. Even the most relaxing of evenings are entertaining and there hasn’t been even a hint of an issue. Listening to our friends talk about their awful roommates and apartment drama, we know how lucky we are and thank each other daily. Lucy and I have made a deal that she will intermittently mail me Cadbury chocolates and I peanut butter M&M’s to her. The three of us also plan to visit the other in her respective cities. A 1304 reunion!!