The House:

It was the first morning since our arrival in Pucallpa the night before. The sun was bright, the sky was blue, everything was very green. Walking out side was actually very beautiful; it was nothing like I could have imagined from the little I was able to see in the dark of the night while unpacking our bags. Our house was quite large, completely made of wooden boards except for the concrete stilts it stood on about 4 feet off the ground. From our window, there was a little dirt road leading to the main road in the front. In the distance on either sides you could see the trees of the jungle, from which the house had been made. Out the back door a path led through the lemon trees, here were two smaller houses. One house was where the kitchen and dining area was, and the other identical house to the left belonged to the Doctor. We learned that the house that we were staying in was in fact  the oldest building in the area. It had been built by previous missionaries of the 1960's before they were chased out of the country. Here the building laid for years, until very recently when the land was purchased by Amor Projects. It was interesting living in a place with such a history, I felt like I was carrying on a legacy of the missionaries that ventured into the jungles of Peru, cleared some jungle and and built a residence to be able to live with the people. This of course meant that the house was old, but luckily the place had been renovated in 2008 and there was electricity. Still the creaky floorboards and the gaps in the aged, hard wood walls all added to the feeling of adventure. This old cabin of Kilometer 38 was now our new home. Aug. 29