So far this week, I've been a little frustrated with work. We haven't been doing much PT, and apparently there is another volunteer coming to work PT at Hospice next week, so there will be even less to do since I'll have to share. Today was the first day that work really got to me. On monday, a little boy who goes to Hospice died. I never met him, but it was still really sad. I think I'm just getting frustrated that they have the resources to give these children therapy, and I don't feel like they use it. Even the kids who are there overnight for the week don't get seen, because it's always more important to go to the park. Now, I get that that is important for them, and a lot of them aren't allowed to be kids. But I feel like PT is really important too, especially for some of these kids who have disorders of the muscles. This could increase their life or their quality of life. Hopefully work will pick up tomorrow!
Last night we went to an Irish Pub for karaoke night. There are a ton of volunteers here, mostly for a month. There are two girls from Scotland who are PT students, and they're super nice. We've been exchanging stories! It's weird to think that all of them will come and go while I'm here, but I'm really glad I still have lots of time here. It's flying by. I decided that everyone was being lame and not singing, so I organized a group. We sang Backstreet Boys, and followed that up with Barbie girl. People left in shifts, and eventually it was Manasa, myself, and Isabelle left together. We decided it was the appropriate time to go to McDonalds for McFlurries and fries (or as we call them here, chips). Good night!
So. That brings me to today! This afternoon, eleven of us (of the fifteen that are here currently) decided to go up Mt Tampa, the big mountain in Brasov that houses the hollywood style "Brasov" sign. We took the cable car up and then walked to the sign, where there's a big lookout. Here was the gorgeous view.
(Dear mom, you can skip this paragraph!) I decided I wanted to get down to the sign, which in my defense wasn't too far off the path. So Nazim and I started heading that way, and Isabelle followed close behind. It was really simple to get down to the B, and Isabelle followed with no trouble. Eventually, Brittany and Manasa joined, and we got an epic picture on Brittany's camera. It was probably illegal, but totally worth it. Here is a picture that Nazim took of us climbing down.
Sitting in that sign, on top of the mountain overlooking the beautiful city below us was really one of those "I'm actually here" moments. When I thought of coming to Romania and meeting all these random people who, like myself, had left home to come help others, this was the kind of moment I had always thought of. It was great to share it with ten awesome people.
So the last adventure was getting down the mountain. By the time we left, the cable car was closed, so we walked. I happily took front of our little hiking group, because rocky trails, after 6 years of cross country, are nothing. I was quite amused at how people had to slide down certain parts of the trail that I did fine on two feet, and had a lot of fun taking splitsies with Isabelle as she took one path and I took the other to determine the correct one to send people down. Sadly though, we saw no bears on our hike, but I think that was for the better. It was about an hour of switchbacks, muddy trails, and catching people as they almost fell, but I was in my glory.
Back in Brasov, we got well earned gelatto and all headed home for dinner. Now I'm exhausted and will probably sit in my pajamas for the rest of the night.
te iubesc,
Alyssa
ps. I started my PT school application!!!!!
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