There are some more pictures here, been quite busy getting things read for my return home on Wednesday. I plan to visit one of the hospitals before I come home.  We also went for a trip last week to the western side of Uganda, the drive there was 6 hours, I was up at 4:30am. Our return was 8 hours all in the same day. We were able to visit the town of Mbarara where there is a children’s hospital being built to serve the community by an organization supported by some local San Diego churches. The hospital was beautiful and amazing.  

The kids are doing great and keeping me busy. We’ve doing more profiles for new children that are in desperate need of sponsors. Their profiles will be available to view at the fundraiser coming up on March 15th. If you haven’t already marked your calendars, please do so. It’s going to be a great event with many local businesses helping to sponsor the event. I’m sure many of you already know.  I’ve been keeping up with my English class in the evenings after classes. The kids are having a lot of fun learning and I’m having fun teaching them. 

Some much needed tools arrived care of the people building the hospital mentioned previously.  You wouldn’t believe how happy they were here to get a chain saw and weed whacker “grass eater” they call it (sure makes sense). You’ll see the pictures attached. 

The kids at school are also getting new school uniforms also. You wouldn’t believe the pride they have wearing a new uniform.  They feel so special and important, you can see it in their faces. Those pictures are also attached here. 

Looking forward to seeing all of you on March 15th at the fundraiser in Coronado.

Nicole

On Sunday the service discussed being “civilized”.  It’s amazing that they actually have to have these discussions.  They started talking about how it’s uncivilized that before they had the water well that the man they would pay to bring water would bring dirty water so they had to fire him and his behavior was uncivilized.  They also discussed how if someone needs to use the bathroom that they must find somewhere outside of their camp to do so.  Again, a conversation that is so unusual in our society. Another thing that was discussed was that people shouldn’t throw litter out the window of the car, and they aren’t talking about an apple core or banana peal they are talking about empty bottles of water or plastic wrappers. You’d be surprised what I’ve seen flying out of windows. It’s no wonder why there is litter and filth everywhere.  They were also talking about how people need to educated in the ways of the world. That they need to read the newspaper a few times per week to be knowledgeable about what is happening. For example the drivers need be wise in how they drive, when and were to ensure to use the minimum amount of gas needed.

The rainy season is here.  It rains each day and often during the night. Even the power goes out a lot.  I can tell because I have to keep my fan on at night since it’s so hot.  So it wakes me up quickly when the power goes out and it gets really hot. Well with the rainy season comes time for lost classes. Unfortunately when there’s a downpour in the afternoon if it’s lunchtime, sometimes it will rain for some time and the kids have to wait until the rain stops to have lunch and then return to class so sometimes they miss a few hours of class.  That’s a bummer.  This is one reason why there is a need for a dining hall.  That way it will be connected to the kitchen and the kids can go there and get their food and be protected from the rain and sun for that matter on really hot days.  Also it would prevent them from eating in front of their dorms on the floor which attracts bugs, ants, etc to the area in which they sleep.

There are a few ladies that had good things happen this week. They’ll have their businesses expanded. I was able to meet with each of the ladies and visit their homes/business sites.  Each of them has a child in the sponsorship program and were allowed some $50 from their sponsor to grow their business.  One woman, Imerida,  has a fruit stand and already has some produce so she went into the village to buy charcoal and green bananas (used to make matooke).  Imerida was so trilled that way she can help her neighborhood have the things that they need and also grow the business for supporting her family.  She lives in a small room, made of mud with her three children and her brother.  Her daughter is in the program as she is very needy and she also took in another child.  The story behind that is that Imerida had a woman come to her produce stand and buy something. This woman that came asked to leave her daughter who was a baby at the time with Imerida while she went to use the bathroom…. And she never returned.  So Imerida reported it to the police and said that since the baby had become used to being with her children that she should keep her while they look for the mother. They agreed and when they never found the mother, she offered to keep the baby.

Another woman, Margaret, is also the mother of one of the sponsored children.  She was also allotted some $50 from the sponsor to grow her business.  During my visit, I saw the utter need for these people that are in the villages, it’s really hard to see how people really live. When they come to visit us at the school, they wear their only nice outfit and are washed, etc.  Visiting them at home is a totally different story.  I can’t even imagine going into some of these homes.  Oh wait, I have…. That’s why I can’t imagine doing it again…. It’s really sad to see.  That’s what makes me so grateful for helping be a part of the child’s education and ensuring that they get one to get out of this poverty cycle… sorry.. off the soapbox.  So this woman, Margaret, had a small stand, but was virtually empty aside from a few onions and some sambosas (fried flour triangles filled with chick peas or beans).  She went to purchase the items with her money and I will visit her business again to follow up shortly and see what she has been able to purchase, she had mentioned, cooking oils, carrots, onions, cabbages, oranges, etc.

I know I mentioned the kitchen in the last posting but I still want to say again a big huge thank you to everyone that participated in the kitchen fundraising.  You wouldn’t believe the kitchen and how nice it is, you will see in these pictures how awesome it is!  There are people that come to the school just to see the kitchen, parents of the kids come because they say that their children come home talking about it.  Other people visit the school and ask if it’s the house of the headmaster.  People that visit the school just can’t believe that this is the kitchen, it’s really incredible.

There is also the new school building.  This is an amazing project.  It is almost fully completed. However, these bottom level classrooms are completed and being used each day.  It should be no time before the upstairs rooms are being used also. The roof is all complete it’s looking great!
Pretty exciting!

I interviewed a girl for sponsorship yesterday.  I was so sad when I heard her story. She lives with her father and stepmother, however it was very confusing because at first she said that she lived with her father then she said that she didn’t know her father and that the people taking care of her were just helping her.  Turns out the stepmother and father tell her that and even the other children in the house don’t admit that they are siblings.  I have been told that the stepmothers force this behavior to their husbands and this poor girl doesn’t even believe that this man is her father and she feels totally alienated.  It was really sad.

I’ve learned now that the game UNO can be a big helper in learning about people.  I introduced the game earlier this week at the house and it was so much fun.  We play almost each night the game. It’s a lot of fun and I made Mexican food last night for dinner for everyone at Pastor Stephen’s house.  We made everything from scratch, tortillas, chips, salsa, refried beans, rice and all the fixings with avocado, tomato, lime and cabbage.  Going to the market for these things was an experience in itself.  I was permitted to walk into town from the house, it probably takes about 20 minutes or so, with Jessica, one of the high school students that lives there.  They are very cautious with my safety, I won’t complain about that. It’s a tough adjustment from doing whatever I want whenever I want but I just ride the wave and always remember that it’s for my own safety.  So we went into town and went to the supermarket first. If you can call it a supermarket. It was total chaos.  Nobody waiting in line for their turn to pay, people just push their way in front of you.  I couldn’t believe it, I tried to hold my ground a few times, you know me, but then I just didn’t even know what to do, I couldn’t believe it. How uncivilized! We went to the open-air market, now there they sell everything. All produce like every farmers market.  Then in other places they were selling cow intestines, cow tongue and cow hearts.  That is one thing I haven’t seen before.

I’m learning some of the language, everyone gets a kick out of hearing me say things.  It’s a slow progression but it will come with some time. I’ve also started some drumming lesions from the masters, Mulenzi and Carol.  That will be an even longer process, even more than learning the language.

I have thought of some additional things for people to send to their sponsored kids here. fingernail clippers.  Last week I was walking around and saw one of the girls cutting Scovia’s nails with a razor blade.  You can imagine the shock on my face! I was so startled.  But what’s the alternative? So, there’s an idea.  Another idea…. the kids love to have their own bibles. You have no idea the great pride that they have when they have their very own. 

The kids have come with things that their parents have send, goodies, food, etc. Some of them even have cooking oil that they add to their meals to add flavor. There are all sorts of goodies, grains, peanuts and all different sorts of fun that they have here.

That’s it for today. Unfortunately I have internet so few days that I can’t even remember the things that happen yesterday to share Hopefully I can get it squared away soon so you can hear the stories. 

Nicole

My family and I are new to the sponsorship program and are sponsoring a beautiful 4 year old girl named Nelly. Since we are just starting this exciting and God lead endeavor I felt it proper to share how we became involved with this project and our hope to be more involved in the future.

My family and I recently started attending Citywalk Church in Downtown San Diego. Our first Sunday was the last Sunday before Pastor Steve and Ali were leaving for Uganda to finalize the adoption of Perez and bring him back to the States. It was such a spiritual event to be a part of even though we hardly knew anybody involved. A while later my daughter Eleanor and son Tory told me they wanted to sacrifice their Christmas presents this year so we could fill the shoe boxes with gifts and necessities for underprivileged kids and so we could sponsor a child in Uganda. As Christmas approached I was sure they would change their minds but after attending Sunday school with Perez and being a part of a ministry of love with people like Steve and Ali we all could not have been more blessed.

After reading all of Nicole’s letters from last year, my wife Tracy and I are doing everything we can to get the word out and tell the story of the children and school. We don’t even have any pictures or info on Nelly yet but Eleanor is so fired up she wrote her a letter asking a bunch of questions and enclosed a family picture. Thanks so much to Michele for calling me so we could get the letter off in time.

This probably wasn’t the story this section was designed for but I felt compelled to share hoping others considering sponsoring might find it of interest. Thank you to all who have given us this opportunity and I hope there is more we can do to help and be involved. Thanks again and may His peace be with all.

Paul Wilkes

First I’d like to give a big thanks to Deena, my dear friend that has built and maintained this website all on her own time and her own dime. I’m so grateful for her support and offering this means for all of you to feel connected to the happenings in Uganda. I’d like to mention also that if you are looking for a website or maintaining a current website please inquire with her as her contact info is on this page at the bottom. She has even mentioned a portion of the proceeds going to Children’s Heritage Foundation. I have received emails about the updates to the site. It looks great! Thanks Deena!

Newly Added Website Features

The electricity is so unpredictable especially now we just had a huge storm with hail and thunder & lightening. I’m going to drop my message it’s very long, it covers many days and has tons of pictures. I hope the electricity holds on until I’m done….

It’s been almost a week now since I was preparing to return to my “second home”, Uganda. It’s Saturday January something, it could be February for all I know as the days all blur together when I get here. I’m sitting on the bed in my Gulu hotel room under my mosquito net, listening to Kenney Chesney. The last few weeks at home were busy preparing to pick this and that and have a lively conversation with Caremark mail order prescriptions since my anti-malaria doxycycline was supposed to have a 90 day count to hold me over until my visit in March, only had a 34 day count.

Making it the airport seemed unreal. After months of preparation and waiting, the day had come to return to a land where I knew my work would go to good use. We left for the San Diego airport at 6am to prepare for my flight leaving at 8:45am. After checking my three huge pieces of luggage one weighing in at a mere 76 pounds full of gifts for the sponsored kids, these gifts spilled into my other pieces of luggage also. I was glad that no person of any authority had to pick up my carry on bag as it my have weighed 40 pounds where I saw the weight limit was 18 pounds. This weight partly due to the printer inside. Even the men I had to ask help me put it in the overhead bin made funny faces when they realized how heavy it was. My flights were seamless and uneventful (thankfully). From San Diego to Minneapolis, 45 minutes there, on to a 7+ hour flight to Amsterdam. No sweat, not even a full flight, watched three movies and had enough space to sleep if I wanted to. Arrived in Amsterdam at 6:30 am their time, now creeping up to midnight on my body clock. I slept for a couple of hours huddled over my bag in awkward positions just enough to take away the headache and dry eyes that set in after hours on a plane and when sleep is needed so deeply. There was a 50+ American guy sitting near me, when I woke up he asked me where I was headed. I told him Entebbe, he said he was going there to and asked me the best way to get around there. “Do you rent a car or take a cab from there?”; he was trying to figure out how to get around, as he would meet up with some people he knew in Uganda. I laughed at the idea of driving there as a foreigner. I tried to explain but he’ll “get it” when he sees the driving there. I took off to find a toothbrush. The ONE thing I forgot. Okay one of the two things I forgot… I also forgot to call my bank and tell them I’d be in Uganda and not to stop my ATM card it I tried to get some $$. That’s a big oops. How’d I forget THAT? Of all my lists of things to do. It’s okay I’ll call them from here. It finally came time to board my flight from Amsterdam to Entebbe. Flying to Africa from Amsterdam I / we (everyone on the flight) had to go through another security check-point to board the plane, yes this is after already being in the secure area of the airport. My flight from there was another breeze. I was asleep before the plan even took off. I was thankful for my smarts in wearing enough warm clothes and I snagged three airplane blankets to keep me warm. I slept for about 4 hours and woke up hungry, as I hadn’t eaten sine my flight to Amsterdam from Minneapolis. I asked the flight attendant he said, “you were sleeping” he brought me a meal right away; it was great teriyaki chicken and rice with green beans. Yum! I got into Entebbe with no problem, grabbed my bags and went out to find Pastor Stephen waiting.

Robert was driving and Grace and Margaret also came to the airport to greet me. We dropped off Margaret (aka Maggie) and Grace in Mukono as we continued on to Lugazi where Pastor Stephen lives and where I’m staying until the apartment is finished at the school. I was only able to sleep until about 4 or 5 am. I went to the school that day it must have been Wednesday. Of course I’m going around looking for work already and they tell me to rest. I ran into a few of the kids I know. School hasn’t started yet, the kids return on Sunday and Monday. I did see Sylvia (Saunders) and Prescovia (Midura) they were taking their tests to enter the school this year. They are so sweet. I also saw Joyce (Cudal) she was very excited. That night I went to sleep at 7:30 pm and slept until 2:30 am. I luckily had some trail mix in my bag left over from my last hike at Elfin Forest the previous weekend. I snacked on it but also rationed it in the event of another early morning rising. I took this time to clean up some old picture files on my computer. That kept me busy for hours. Thursday was a good day, keeping busy working on our lists of kids and organizing the office as the bookshelf arrived to keep things organized. My Sarah came Thursday with her father. He seems nice enough; I didn’t have a lot of time to speak with him as his time there was consumed with talking with Jessica and Sylvia. I was so happy to see her, I told her that we were going to work very hard this year to teach her to read and she’d be the best pupil (they call them pupils instead of students). We had power for the first time on Thursday and only for about an hour. This is going to be a very interesting change.

I’m sure you are all itching to know about some of the projects and I’m sorry not to have mentioned them sooner. So… the kitchen is almost done! I couldn’t believe it; the building is perfect and beautiful. It looks just amazing. It will be ready in time for the arrival of the kids this weekend. I took some pictures… take a peak at those. Everyone is so grateful for everyone that donated for the new kitchen. A BIG THANK YOU!!!!

Another project is my apartment. Well, it’s about half way done. The bricks are all up as they have to settle and they were laying the tubing for the septic system on Thursday. YAY! It could be another month or so before it’s done. See pictures also.

So Friday, yesterday was a big day. We drove to Gulu. The drive wasn’t bad. I was picked up at 6:30 am and we arrived in Gulu at 3 pm. After we got out of Kampala it was probably about 10:30 or so. It was raining a little and quite cool. Shortly outside of Kampala the terrain changed. It was then a semi-desert. Very dry and hot. I know that Mukono and Kampala are elevated to some 4,000 feet and it seems that we dropped from that elevation and climate changed significantly. Clearly visible that they don’t receive as much rain, people walking far distances carrying water. We were driving on the main road from Kampala to The North. I have always thought it was strange when on highways that there are speed bumps every so often, or every so very often. Then you have cars and buses driving super fast and people are just walking along the side of the road carrying a 5-gallon container of water on their head with a baby on their back. On our way up here, I learned about a village area not necessarily in the “North” where Musevi and the LRA started fighting. It was probably two to three hours south of Gulu. We crossed a bridge that crosses over the Nile River where cameras are not allowed. They don’t allow people to take pictures because Kony from the LRA tried to blow up the bridge many times and I suppose they don’t want to have pictures of its structure to prevent such attacks. I was told he tried to destroy the bridge to really seclude the north from the rest of Uganda.

Shortly after we crossed the bridge we saw some baboons crossing the road, there were probably about 6 or 7 that I saw. See pictures…. They approached the bus when we stopped so passersby must have fed them in the past.

As we arrived closer to Gulu, there were a variety of displacement camps. We could see them from the road. I asked why they did have a wall around them to protect the people inside. Apparently they must leave them open so if there is a rebel attack the people could run in any and every direction. Now there hasn’t been rebel activity since they have moved into Congo and the Ugandan government is out to get them and in talks of a peace treaty, but they have been for years… The people in the displacement camps are starting to move back into the villages. The NGOs are also no longer providing them with food in an effort to encourage them to go back to the villages. The problem is that now the people have been living in the camps for over two decades and often they don’t know where the home once was, especially if they were young when they arrived to the camp and their parents have been killed they have absolutely no idea where they should go. I can’t imagine.

We found Godwin and the rest of the team at the camp and rested a little. I saw two girls in the sponsorship program at the camp. I saw Brenda and Winnie. I was so happy to see them. Pastor Jack told me that when they returned to Gulu after their year at the school that people didn’t recognize them. They had grown so much and were wearing new clothes that they had received and with school bags. They couldn’t believe it. When we arrived to the camp in the bus that has the name of the school on it they said that when the villagers saw the bus they knew that their children were going to be able to eat. ? How sad.

It’s really hard to explain how difficult the life here is unless you can see it for yourself. It is difficult to believe that people do live like this. It is similar to what you see on television, kids wearing rags for clothes, if anything at all. Only the most fortunate ones have decent clothes. They often go without food for an entire day and might only have one meal in a day if anything. The lunch we had there on Saturday was a huge deal. People are now starting to get their lives together but they don’t have resources to build their lives after having everything taken from them and being forced to run for their lives with only the clothes on their backs so many times.

Brenda wanted to introduce me to her family. When I went to their hut they were outside sitting on a mat. There were two babies, one maybe 3-4 months another maybe 1 year or so (I’m a terrible guessing ages of children). The 1 year old started to cry when she saw me. She said that she thought I was going to eat her. Poor thing, I didn’t mean to scare her. She hadn’t seen a white person so close before. (Maybe she was older than 1 year if she could communicate that) I kept looking for Scovia but they said she was in the village. We left the camp and went to two to the hotel to clean up. I needed to change since I was holding Winnie’s baby sister or brother I don’t know. Well her diaper leaked a little while sitting on my lap so I was a little wet. When I picked her up off sitting on me everyone saw that I was wet, it was fine. So I held her on so her feet were on my lap in an effort to dry my skirt.

After we left the hotel to find a snack, Jackson (aka Pastor Jack) called Scovia’s dad so he came to meet us in town. And her mother brought her also. They came in the restaurant and I was so happy to see her. She looks just the same with some teeth coming in now. She sat with me and had some chicken and rice. After that we went to get some things to take to camp today. We spent the rest of the day walking around Gulu to accomplish these tasks. It’s a lot different walking around a town with locals. I never once had people making comments at me or anything. No staring, just from little girls and boys but nothing that felt awkward. I’ve never actually felt that in Uganda and I’m certain it’s because I am always with locals. Nobody messes with you when you are with three Uganda men (and Scovia).

So, here it is now about an hour before we are going to leave for breakfast. I best take a shower so I can go spend the day in the camp. Stay tuned!

Sunday morning 5:43 am

There’s a pesky mosquito flying around my room, maybe he wants to join his friend smashed against the wall! I don’t have as many bites as I get in Mukono as it’s much drier here. At any rate, hopefully the doxycycline does its job. Yesterday we spent the day at the camp. The kids from the sponsorship came with their families and there was a graduation ceremony for Godwin’s team that has been here for outreach for the last week. They have even been staying in the camp. They are much braver than me. There was a lot of time spent waiting in the morning for people to arrive. There isn’t really a time schedule here, as I’d imagine there isn’t typically a lot to be on time for. I think the schedule follows more daylight versus anything else. I took this opportunity to walk around and check out more of the camp, of course with a gang of kids and my chaperone, Jerrard. I was able to meet another family of a sponsored child, Maureen. So I take a picture of them with their family then they want to get a picture of me with their mother. They laugh and think it’s so funny to have a picture of a muzungu with their mom. It’s really funny. On my tour, I got the full experience and even stepped in poop. Luckily I was wearing full coverage shoes and not just flip-flops. I think it was from a baby or a small child. Since many don’t have pants or underwear, they just go when they have to go. It was pretty gross. I’m not sure if anyone I was walking with noticed I just tried to move my foot around in the dirt to get it off. After the ceremony for Godwin’s team which includes members from Mukono, South Africa, Mexico, Argentina and Ghana (Yes I brushed up on my Spanish a little) we had lunch. It consisted of some pasta, cabbage dish, rice, potatoes, some chicken and some beef.. oh and I forgot the name of it but it’s like a pita bread almost crossed with a tortilla and I can’t remember the name but it’s really good. I think this meal was a big deal for them especially since there was meat to eat. Someone said it’s the kind of meal these people have once in a lifetime. I took a couple extra grapefruit extract tabs for fun.

After lunch we gave out Acholi Bibles that were donated. The people were so grateful and so proud to have received a bible of their very own to read and learn from. Pastor Jack had to make it clear that they needed to keep these bibles for themselves and they are not to ever be sold. I suppose here you have to make that clear as people are so desperate for money. There were some other local pastors there also and since so many people have gone back to work in the villages the pastors were given a few bibles to share with members of their churches.

I also saw Milly and met her mother, her mother started touching my arm and was rubbing my freckles she had probably never seen anything like that before.

It’s really sad to see how the people must live here. It’s hard to imagine how people can even stay clean here. The live in the dirt with no shoes often times and some with no clothes (I’ve seen only children with no clothes) it’s awful. They have been robbed of their homes and forced to live in these camps for decades. The NGOs have stopped giving food to the people in the camps, I think I mentioned that before and this in an effort to encourage them to go back to the villages. The problem is that they don’t know where their homes are at times.

Monday Feb 2nd

It’s the morning now we had a long day yesterday on the drive back down here from Gulu. I can hear the chickens going wild in the coop that means that someone is collecting eggs and disrupting them so they’re mad. We had a storm last night. It was raining a lot of the night and with thunder and lightening. I’m sure many of the roads will be really bad today because of it. Scovia and her dad met us at the garage (auto repair) we had to have something small fixed on the bus before we left Gulu. On our way to the camp to pick up the rest of the kids, Scovia was waving out the window and saying Bye Bye Gulu. She’s happy to return to school. She didn’t even want to get out of the bus when we got to the camp. Maureen heard we arrived and came running and out of breath to where we were. She was so happy and was ready to go also. We gave Okello Patrick his new bicycle. He’s the only sponsored child still living in Gulu, when he was living in the camp his school was near but now since he is living back in the village with his aunt (he parents are both gone) and she cares for 5 children alone Patrick has to walk 2 hours to and from school each day. So by the time he goes to and from school he loses daylight hours for studying so this bicycle should help. He was so happy, I was too. It takes a lot to get me choked up but I could hardly speak knowing how much this would change his life. We loaded up the bus with everyone and their luggage and the families were their waving off their children to work towards a better future for themselves. The kids couldn’t get in the bus fast enough with their excitement to leave. The bus ride was a true adventure. Each of the few times we stopped during our 7-8 hour journey we were swarmed by vendors trying to sell drinks and goat meat on a skewer through the windows. There was some poultry purchased somewhere, yes alive and it hung out next to my feet for the bus ride. Whenever it would walk around I’d freak a little thinking it was going to peck or bite at my feet. The kids thought it was hilarious that I’d jump up in an effort to get away from it. Then Milly reached down and started petting it and playing with it. She’s brave. I suppose it’s so common to have these things happen, finally it ended up underneath my seat, at least I forgot about it for a while. We also stopped to purchase coal and pineapples along the way. They said it’s less expensive to buy things in the country (go figure). At one of our stops I made peanut butter sandwiches for the kids. I tried to use a cracker to scoop out the peanut butter, which worked when the jar was full then I had to use my fingers. The sandwiches were a big hit. Kampala was so jammed with traffic. Since all the schools start today the parents were taking their kids back to the boarding schools. I’d never seen so many cars on the road here. We arrived to the school finally and there were many people being brought for the new year also. I saw Betty right away. She is doing great but had chicken pox over the holidays so I showed her my scar on my eyelid and she liked that since she now has some spots on her face from the pox. I’m sure they will fade in a short time. I also met her father. He seems like a nice man and sends greetings to Cammie and her family. I helped to make the beds of some of the kids in the dormitories and I was looking for my other girls like Norah and Angella. I was also looking for Mulenz and Henry but they hadn’t arrived yet, I’m sure today will be a big day. Time for me to get ready for my day. I’m going to try and send out this posting on the website today if there is power. No promises especially since the storm last night. I’ve been waiting 10 minute to load pictures. It’s taking too long, I don’t know if I can even do it on this computer! sorry

Children’s Heritage Foundation invites you to an evening of food, fun and camaraderie
to help us raise awareness for the children of Uganda.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

5-9 pm

Rancho Santa Fe Golf Course

5827 Via de la Cumbre, Rancho Santa Fe, CA

For more information call Michele at 760-207-7473 or via email using the form below.