#13: On the second day, it was time to visit the orphanages. On our schedule from CTL, we noticed a fairly ambiguous event planned for the morning: "scavenger hunt." What in the world was this? Despite our constant questions, Victor very mysteriously and silently escorted us to McDonald's. We found Nelu sitting alone at a table. We sat down and he explained. Just outside was a huge outdoor market. Hundreds of booth-keepers sold all manner of knick-knacks and paraphernalia. He had a small pile on the table: a chocolate bar, a camera battery, a dog biscuit, a bowl, a string of safety pins, a nail, a pickle, a bag of live maggots (used for fishing), etc. We were split into our two orphanage teams. We had 1 hour and 10 lei (about 3 dollars) to bring back as many of the items as we could. Each item was worth one point...and the nail was worth 3 points. The idea was to force our teams to interact with real, live Romanian people and to get down and dirty in the Romanian culture. So, with "fear and trembling," we ran out the door...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
#13: On the second day, it was time to visit the orphanages. On our schedule from CTL, we noticed a fairly ambiguous event planned for the morning: "scavenger hunt." What in the world was this? Despite our constant questions, Victor very mysteriously and silently escorted us to McDonald's. We found Nelu sitting alone at a table. We sat down and he explained. Just outside was a huge outdoor market. Hundreds of booth-keepers sold all manner of knick-knacks and paraphernalia. He had a small pile on the table: a chocolate bar, a camera battery, a dog biscuit, a bowl, a string of safety pins, a nail, a pickle, a bag of live maggots (used for fishing), etc. We were split into our two orphanage teams. We had 1 hour and 10 lei (about 3 dollars) to bring back as many of the items as we could. Each item was worth one point...and the nail was worth 3 points. The idea was to force our teams to interact with real, live Romanian people and to get down and dirty in the Romanian culture. So, with "fear and trembling," we ran out the door...
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