Surprises from God

I have to add a second entry today because something really cool happened this afternoon and this evening.

Over the past two weeks I have been preparing myself to write another email to my supporters. You may ask yourself why I need to prepare for two weeks to write an email. It's because I have to be in the mood to write. Otherwise I spend all day trying to write and it still doesn't sound good. If I prepare and have everything in mind that I want to say, then when the day comes that I am in a writing mood, the words flow out just right.

So far that day hasn't come. I hope it will come soon. In the meantime I have a mental list of what I need to say in the letter.

One of the things that's been on my mind for the email is fundraising. I need to find a creative way to meet new people and get additional supporters. Today I prayed a lot about that. I read 1 & 2 Corinthians this morning. Paul talked about having to ask for support. He didn't seem really comfortable with it either. But he knew he had to do it. Reading about Paul thinking about his own provision gave me some comfort.

For a long time I felt like I should write letters to two specific people and ask for their support. One of those people happened to be on Facebook today. I started chatting with her and asked if she could help me out financially. She immediately said, "Yes, tell me what you need." Wow. I never expected that response. Clearly I was supposed to ask her for help.

This evening at prayer group I told them about reaching out to my friend and having her respond so positively. Later, during prayer, Pastor Paysen prayed for provision for me.

When I got home there was an email which came completely out of the blue. It is from a couple who are making a generous donation!

I love when God comes through so clearly and quickly. First He blessed me through my friend. Then He gave me a special bonus this evening in the email! He went above and beyond for me today. It feels like a confirmation that I am on the right path. I'm a lot more hopeful about future fundraising.

I told some friends about letting the dog strew my garbage all over the street. They laughed at me, but not as I expected - for allowing the dog to make a mess. They laughed at how much pain I obviously felt for that dog. And they also laughed when I said that it looked at me with the sweetest eyes. They are not used to stray dogs having "sweet eyes".

I took a big step forward in assimilation to Honduran culture by becoming a crazy mopper. But having my heart hurt over a stray dog has bumped me back a notch or two.

Fany is outside of the city with her husband's family. She planned to come home today, but now she can't. Her cousin's husband and kids were shot and killed this morning. Apparently it's all over the news. I haven't seen the news today. Fany is understandably upset. She doesn't normally get upset. She didn't go to the calling hours tonight because it is too unsafe, but she is going to the burial tomorrow morning.

MRI tomorrow

Met with the insurance agent. MRI is approved. Called and made an appointment for 3 p.m. tomorrow. Can't wait to get the results! As I was making the call I thought back to the days when I used to DREAD talking on the phone in Spanish. It was so intimidating. Look at me now, making appointments for "resonancias magneticas" with no problem. Yay!

Having one of those days where things seem to really sink in when I read, so I kept my head in the bible even longer than planned. Going to get back at it after lunch.

As I read, lots of things have popped into my head to pray about. It was a fulfilling morning.

Tonight we have intercession (prayer group) at church.

I saw that poor dog this morning on my way to meet with the insurance agent. Tried to get a photo of her, but a car was right behind me so I couldn't stop long enough.

A day in the life

Sometimes it is hard to live in a different culture. Everyday things aren't as easy, they don't come as naturally. You can feel like just leaving the house is a challenge. I find these cultural differences interesting. To me, they can be challenging in a good way. But sometimes they can be tiring.

Today I will share "a day in the life" of an "extranjero". The word "extranjero" means "foreigner" but is pronounced like "stranger". Some days "stranger" feels most applicable.

It's garbage day. We have garbage day in the US, so that's no biggie. You take the garbage out and leave it on the curb, right? But in Honduras many people don't have garbage cans. I don't. And in Honduras there are lots of (literally) starving stray dogs on the street. Everyone leaves their garbage on the curb in plastic grocery bags. You can imagine what the street looks like by 10 am. Dogs have strewn garbage everywhere.

Fany can time it so that she runs out with the garbage when the truck comes. But she wasn't here this week, so I got the garbage out early and hoped the garbage truck would come soon.

For you to fully understand this story we need to jump back in time about three years. I remember it clearly. I was coming up the hill on my way home. Ahead of me there was a stray dog trying to walk up the hill. I say 'trying' because the dog appeared to have a broken leg and broken hip. It could barely move. I really didn't think the dog could make it up the hill. My heart ached and my stomach felt sick. I had to look away. I couldn't watch.

I assumed that dog died. I never saw it again until I found it eating my garbage today. It had opened one bag and strewn the stuff into the street, right in front of where my car was parked. It's belly was floppy and nipples swollen. Somehow, the dog that could barely stand and walk, gave birth and was nursing babies.

I should have shooed the dog away and picked up the garbage. But I couldn't. She was a hungry mommy.

She looked up at me and cocked her head to the side. She seemed to be waiting to see if I would throw rocks at her and kick her, like many people here would. In fact, she almost seemed resigned to a beating. She didn't back away from the food, but she also was not guarding it, or aggressive. She just looked at me with questioning eyes, leaving the ball in my court.

Her eyes penetrated my soul. I know that sounds dramatic. But I swear, I felt so deeply for that poor dog. She was looking right into my eyes. All I could think is that she is one of God's creatures. Her fur was all matted. She had bald spots and these gross huge skin growths, like enormous moles. She has to be in so much pain.

I got into my truck and moved it. She wobbled a little bit, trying to get out of my way. I could not bring myself to speak harshly or take the garbage away from that dog. In fact, I considered going back inside and searching for some food or liquid for her. But a quick inventory of my stuff brought nothing to mind that she would want.

I hope I don't see her again. It hurts too much. There are so many strays here. Most are too skinny. Her obvious bone fractures set her apart.

Leaving the dog behind to feast on the garbage, I went to the Marriot Hotel. We have bible study for English speakers in the lobby of the Marriot every Tuesday. Everyone dresses casually, like North Americans would for a bible study.

Last week one of my new co-workers at my new job told me that she likes the way I dress. She said I don't dress to be comfortable like most North Americans do. She said she likes that I wear heels and dressier clothes. She remembered what I had worn 4 days prior, from my blouse to my shoes. Honduran women dress up to walk to the grocery store.

Today as I arrived at the Marriot I saw a lady from my office and reporters all around. Darn! I forgot!! There was an important meeting there. Most of the important people from my office would be there. My hair was combed, but barely, and I was wearing those crazy patterned stretch pants that are popular in the US, but far too casual to be popular with Honduran women. I didn't want anyone from my new job to see me like this!

A few more people from my new job passed by, but I don't think they saw me. Lesson learned. If you are going to make an appearance at the Marriot lobby, dress nicely - by Honduran standards.

After bible study I headed over the the office of Honduran Fellowship. The last time I tried to go there someone was stabbed to death in the elevator, so the building was closed. It's a very nice office building. The man who was killed was a lawyer. He defended Honduras' Vice President of Congress. She was found guilty of stealing medication from public hospitals and selling it at inflated prices. Many people were mad when she was sentenced in July because she only received house arrest.

Two Wednesdays ago a young man entered the elevator with the lawyer who defended this lady and stabbed the lawyer dead. He confessed to the crime right there, on the scene. Some people thought he was justified. They spray painted, "Justice is served here" outside the fancy office building.

All of that to say that today I rode in those elevators. Each person was frisked with a metal detector wand and bags are searched in the lobby. I took a wrong turn at one point and a guard stepped in front of me and asked firmly where I was going. Clearly they are on high alert. I felt dumb.

At the same time I am thinking of all of those things, I have to remember Honduran elevator etiquette. In Honduras each time you enter a doctor's office, or office space, or car with people in it, or elevator, you have to remember to say "Good morning", "Good afternoon" or "Good day" if you want to be more formal.

If you are getting out of the elevator, you have to ask "permiso" ("permission")  from the rest who remain inside. It sounds simple, and it is, but when you don't grow up with that custom it's hard to remember! Especially when your mind is envisioning the completely uncensored photo that made the front page of newspapers of a man lying dead, half in and half out of the elevator.

Today I didn't dress right, and if anyone witnessed me allowing that dog to tear apart the garbage in the street they thought I was crazy. But I did have decent elevator etiquette. I only forgot to say "Buenos dias" once in six elevator rides.

Statistics

Today I have some news that is tough to share. In fact, I don't want to share it at all. But, since this is a place that I have dedicated to recording my experience as a missionary in Honduras, and the following is part of my experience, here goes...

So you all know about Erika. She turned 17 years old on September 1st. She was pregnant at 14, had her baby at 15. Baby Marjory turned one year old on the 4th of July.

Erika has a tough life in many aspects. In February or March of this year, I asked Erika if she would like me to accompany her in her life experiences. For at least 6 months we have been walking through life together. We meet at least once each week. Sometimes for bible study or other things that may seem like work to her, and sometimes for things that are more fun. Never once has Erika disappointed me. In fact, she has superseded every expectation I had of her.

You know where this is going. Erika is 17 years old, and she is human.

Let me tell you about my part. Last week I tried to reach Erika by telephone. We always meet once per week. But last week her phone wasn't working. That is common. I talked to her mother. If her phone is not working I can reach Erika through her mother or father.

Normally she calls me collect at least once/week. But last week was different. Her mother told me she was not at home. I warned her mother that if Erika and I did not get together last week, I would not be able to see her this week because I knew I would be busy with that campaign. Erika's mother said she would pass along the message. I didn't want Erika to feel forgotten. We've never missed a week unless I was in the US.

This week I called Erika's number and there was a strange recording I had never heard before. Fany never heard it either. It said the number could not be found. Once again I called Erika's mother.

This is where I have to stop and take a deep breath before I move on...

Erika's mother answered and said, "Erika is not here. She moved out. She lives with her boyfriend."

The world around me stopped.

She said it so matter-of-fact. Like it was nothing. "Erika lives with her boyfriend."

A million thoughts ran through my mind. But I said to her, "I want to support your family in the way that you would like me to. Did Erika leave angry, or did she leave because she's in love?"

"She comes by the house every day," her mother responded. "She's not angry. She just decided to live with her boyfriend."

"When did this happen?" I asked.

"A week or two ago," she replied.

"So you are not hoping she will move home?" I asked.

"He is a good boy," said the mom. "He is a hard worker."

And then it hit me. Erika's mother and her husband have 6 kids to feed plus themselves. Erika got pregnant at 14 by a "hard worker". She had permission to date him. I bet her parents thought he would provide a better life for Erika.

When the family does not have enough money to feed their children, they may think it is best that a young man with a job takes care of one of their daughters. Maybe in Erika's mom's mind, their limited resources could go further if Erika and her daughter are taken care of by this young man.

The mom kept telling me what a hard worker this guy is. I asked questions, like, "How does he treat Erika?" "How is he with the baby?" "Can I have your permission to take her to the doctor for birth control?" She kept going back to the fact that he is a hard worker.

Finally I asked what he does for work. When she told me he is working on the stairs in Los Pinos, my heart hurt again. Most of those jobs are finished. The rest will be done soon. And then what? This boy will be without a job in a country with no jobs.

I asked her to please have Erika call me. And then I waited. No call.

The next day I got ahold of Erika by phone. She seemed happy and relaxed. She said I could meet her boyfriend.  I asked all of the questions that come to your head when a 17 year old moves in with her boyfriend. Have you talked about the future? Does he want a baby? But Erika was not thinking of those things.

We made plans that we would meet the next morning to go to the doctor. I prayed all night that she was not already pregnant. The next morning it hit me that maybe I should pray that she would show up for our meeting.

For the first time in our relationship, Erika did not show up. For the first time her phone rang and rang, but she did not answer.

Looking back, I could see this coming. When she turned 17 only 26 days ago, I talked to Erika about school. She was always excited about going back to school. But 26 days ago Fany and I both noticed a change. Fany and I discussed it and thought there may be a boyfriend in the picture.

So. What is my job now?

I have passed through the "I have failed" phase. That only brought me a lot of stress. I am done with the "I had such great hopes" phase. That was depressing.

After consulting with my pastors, and thinking about it rationally, all I can do is BE THERE for Erika. I have committed to walking through life with her. I am not going to stop the first time she takes a wrong turn. God just asks us to show up. That is what I will do for Erika.

I am sad and disappointed, but statistically, this is how this story was going to evolve. I believed that Erika was going to be the exception. Maybe she still will. I am not going to lose hope. I love her and I will not stop loving her or walk away. She needs me more than ever right now. Even though she is scared to talk to me.

Both of my pastors seemed to expect this. I have to admit, I didn't. They said the best I can do is continue to offer advice and direction, whether Erika chooses to follow it or not. So that is what I will do.

Erika is a special girl. She is choosing to live according to her society's norms. Even her parents are probably happy to see her choose this life. It is not my place to judge. It is my place to walk alongside her, as much as she will allow me, and guide Erika back to the path she was on for the past six months which will allow her to be an independent, productive woman.

Please pray for Erika. Pray that she can learn that she does not need a man to take care of her. Pray that I have the right words to approach her. Pray that we both follow God's will for Erika's life. That is all I want for her and everything she needs.

Last day of "I decide for me"

We finished up the campaign today. What a blur! Those kids kept us hopping.

I noticed the kids at this school can do acrobatics that other kids cannot. They have a tiled area which is not common here. They run across the tile doing handsprings, cartwheels and all sorts of flips. You'd think that a tiled floor would not be conducive to acrobatics, but the tile is the only difference I see between kids who flip and kids who don't flip. Most homes have cement or dirt floors, so tile probably feels really fancy to them.

I also learned that teachers only work a half day. I knew the kids have a half day of classes. But I assumed the same teachers teach all day. Nope! Morning teachers arrive at 7 and leave at noon. Afternoon teachers arrive an hour later and teach until 4:30. Now I understand how they stay sane. They have over 40 kids in their class, but they only work a few hours each day.

Yesterday someone told me something interesting. An intern in our program said he is Catholic. I asked if he knew the pope is visiting the US right now. He said he does know the pope is visiting. He said the reason for the visit is to change US laws so that all of the people in the US have to rest on Sundays.

I told him the pope can not change US laws. He insisted that the pope is going to change the law and Central American countries would soon follow suit. 

I served in a classroom where we taught the kids about self esteem yesterday. We had a "red carpet". The kids lined up along the sides of the red carpet and one child walked through at a time. The kids on the sides clapped and said nice things about the child, like, "You have a nice smile," or "You are smart." Most of them did really well.

Then we had drawings of a man and a woman. Each of the kids got a job or a descriptive word like "intelligent" or "obedient". The kids had to decide whether the words described a man, a woman, or both. So many of the kids believe that only men can work, only men are strong, only men are brave, only men can use tools. A lot of kids really believe that. The same kids also believe that only women can clean, cook, and be obedient. And only boys can play video games.

It was interesting to hear them discuss these things. Some of the kids are deeply entrenched in this mindset. It's clearly all they know and they can't imagine any other way. They were shocked to hear their schoolmates' families function differently. The boys and girls had a good time figuring out where to draw the lines. Most of them eventually realized that men and women are both capable of doing/being each of the things. It seemed to be freeing to them. You could see a light come on and then the boys started talking about washing their own underwear and cooking up a storm. I doubt they really cook as much as they say they do, but it was cool to hear them talk about cooking as a bragging right.

I also learned there is a thing called, "the test of love". It is when boys ask girls to prove their love through a sexual relationship. All of the kids seemed to know about this. We are talking about 4th - 6th graders!

Everyone learned a dance that accompanied a song called, "Piensa Bien". In English that means "think hard about it". The lyrics talked about making good decisions in order to live like a child and not grow up too fast. The kids loved the dance. They performed it today, then stayed late dancing and dancing.

Each classroom did an art presentation today about the theme "I Decide for Me" and they each wrote a song! At the end of the day they made a bracelet that signified a promise to themselves to make good decisions and respect their bodies. I was surprised at how much they accomplished in one day.

As a closing ceremony everyone lined up on the basketball courts, we discussed the theme of the three day campaign, and they all let go of helium balloons at the same time. It was the most still and calm they were in all of the three days we shared. They stood in amazement and watched all of the balloons drift higher and higher, farther and farther, until the balloons were out of sight.

As they left the teachers and principal thanked us for coming. They said everything was great and the kids really enjoyed themselves. We knew the kids enjoyed themselves, but it was nice to hear it from them.

I was proud to be part of something so impactful and well organized. It was exhausting but totally worthwhile. We will all sleep well tonight.

1st Day of "I Decide for Me" Campaign

What a fun day! I say this despite the fact that I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and we are working 10 hours with crazy 4th - 6th graders. I am not sure how many hundreds there were. A lot.

The tiny classrooms are packed with over 41-44 kids per teacher. I don't know how the teachers are able to teach that many kids! Man do I ever respect them.

I am serving in the colonia adjacent to Los Pinos, but there is a lot of difference between the two colonias. Everyone always told me this colonia is worse, but everything I have seen so far makes me wonder. It may be worse crime-wise. But the kids sure looked great!

Of course I have only been there twice, so this is only based on my experience so far.

Therapists tell me that the parents consistently show up for their family therapy group. This is amazing to me. I am accustomed to seeing a huge lack of commitment and dedication to anything they are supposed to show up for.

The kids I met today ALL had black leather shoes. I didn't see one single shoe with a hole in the toe or the sole flopping off. All of them had pencils. The pencils weren't little stubs the size of my pinky. Many even still had an eraser.

Remember, in Honduras the school year ends in 7 weeks. The kids are not showing up in their new back-to-school uniforms like kids in the US. We are at the end of the school year here. Yet they are dressed in clean shirts with no rips. I only noticed one broken pants zipper. And their backpacks! They have beautiful back packs. The kids even have money to buy things at a little cafe right there on the school grounds. Most of the kids bought chips and candy. A few bought baleadas. All of them were eating during snack time.

I talked to the program director about the difference between the kids I know in Los Pinos and the kids at her school. Once I got home I talked to Fany too. Both women told me that the parents in Villa Nueva are more concerned about their kids' well-being and education. So far, the evidence suggests they are correct. But I need to know more.

Fany was specific. She said the parents of Los Pinos are more concerned about buying a big bottle of Coca Cola and chips, or a new cell phone, or even cable tv. Their kids' education is not a priority.

So now my question is, how to we help the parents of Los Pinos make education a priority for their children? I'm going to spend some time thinking about this.

I came home so excited! Exhausted, but excited. The program that my co-workers prepared is amazing! The theme of the campaign is "I decide for me." The kids are learning a ton and loving every second. I am also surprised at how much they already know. Today we talked about human anatomy and good touch/bad touch. The team found incredibly creative ways to make learning fun! It was like an all day festival. Except for when a boy fell out of his chair and another boy laughed at him. A fist fight broke out and I had to jump in and split them up. A co-worker grabbed one of the boys and hauled him out of the classroom.

I love working with such creative, fun, smart people. I am going to learn a lot here.

The kids in Villa Nueva don't seem to be accustomed to seeing any people from the US. I was a strange sight to them. They had tons of questions for me. The first question was, consistently, "Do you speak English?" They are dying to hear anything spoken in English. And they always want to touch my hair.

Fany just brought me a baleada. Yum! Time to eat and rest for tomorrow.

Crazy mopping

It took a long, long time, but finally I have become more like a Honduran woman than ever before. I wrote here about how Fany always has a mop in her hand. When my friends come to dinner part of clearing the table is mopping the dining room floor. Honduran ladies are crazy moppers. They mop constantly!

I always hated mopping. But somehow, within the past 2 weeks or so, that has changed. I too, have finally become a crazy mopper. Not quite like my Honduran counterparts. But close. If I am at home during the day, I mop at least once.

My floors are not more dirty than they were before. But suddenly I want them to be spotless.

Fany commented that my house is cleaner than hers lately. I told her I think it's because I feel like my weight is out of control. I started a new diet since I still can't exercise, but I am not losing weight as quickly as I'd like. The one thing I can control is keeping my house clean. It healthier than becoming anorexic. So I mop.

Let the little girls be little

It's pouring! Thundering, lightening and dripping on my pillow. I'm happy for the rain, but worried about Erika's house which is perched precariously on the side of the mountain and could wash away with a strong rain.

I pulled up in front of the house just as it started coming down. In my rush to get inside, I opened the gates, then tried to get into the car at the same time as I was opening the door which resulted in a nice purple egg on my head. Who does that? What do I say to people who ask why I have a lump on my head? "I walked into my car door," sounds like something an abused woman would make up to cover for her abuser. I am not being abused folks. I was just in a hurry to get inside and out of the rain.

My first devotional at my new "job" was even cooler than I imagined. My boss plays the guitar and we sing worship songs. Then we prayed and talked about the life of Moses from a psychological point of view. So interesting! A man raised by two very different families, in two different cultures. We talked about how his childhood may have effected his behavior as an adult. We prayed that all of our choices and actions this week be led not by emotion, but by God's calling because that is when we are most effective.

After the time of devotion we broke into teams according to the area we serve, and shared what happened last week. Some people from my team were out training teachers. The teachers reported that kids are harassing them, popping their car tires and being threatening. One of the kids is a boy we serve. The team had already talked with his teacher and with his mother. Our boss decided that we are going to send the head of our security into the school to "straighten things out" and train the teachers. I thought that was so cool! Way to step up and make changes.

I thought I'd get sent home after the meeting, but I was asked to stay and help the interns finish planning for a training this week. We worked on that in the morning. This afternoon 21 area teachers came in and met with us. We are going to their classrooms Wednesday - Friday to teach pregnancy prevention and sex ed. It is a three day campaign for 4th-6th graders in our areas. We discussed our campaign with the teachers. They loved it and are really excited for us to come talk to the kids.

Working with these people is more like what I am accustomed to from my experiences in the US. They are more progressive in their ideas.

For example, I have been extra frustrated and concerned about the way little girls are treated in Honduran culture. A couple of days after I posted in this blog about how little girls learn to pose in a sexual way, a Honduran friend posted this:

Translated it says, "How they dress the girls today" and "How they dressed me." It's talking about clothing, yes, but look at the poses! I felt a little better knowing that other people are upset by what they see.

Last week I was talking to a friend while her daughter was trying to run around us. She complained she couldn't run fast because she was wearing high heels. She is 3 years old. I commented to the mother that my mother didn't allow me to wear heels while I was in 4th grade - much older than this little girl. I remember I wanted clogs desperately, but my mother said no. This mother replied that this is what the little girl likes.

Today in the meeting they talked about 6 year old kids showing up at school in heels. They said by the time kids are 12 years old they are so "grown up" it is scary. They are right. It is scary! But who is buying the shoes for the 6 year old or the 12 year old? Their parents. So who is allowing and even encouraging this behavior? The parents. Because they say it's cute.

I like working with people who realize this is not cute. I like working with people who are willing to take a stand against things like this. I don't feel like the lone, crazy gringa with my crazy gringa ideas. These people are all Honduran people and they see things from the same point of view. I hope, through the teachers and the programs we are serving through, we can help these little girls. I believe we can.

Finally I found a place where I fit in.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday we get picked up from the office at 7 a.m. and taken to the school in Villa Nueva. Our program starts at 8 am and ends at 5 pm. By the time the kids leave and our transportation picks us up to go home I am figuring on 11 - 12 hour days, but it will be worth it!

Saturday we have a time of prayer with the families of Villa Nueva from 10-12. The teen program is from 12-2. Afterward I was invited to spend the afternoon with my friend Oneida.

Oneida and her family (her father, 4 of her 8 siblings, her kids and nephews) are part of my church. She is probably my closest friend from church. We don't get to spend much time together, but we just hit it off. It's Oneida's father's birthday. I am going to celebrate with them. Last week after the retreat I went to their house and had the BEST time. They all have houses on one property. It is so peaceful there! Oneida's family all are eager to take me in, since I don't have family here. So, I am invited to the birthday celebration this weekend.

Tomorrow I have a day of rest, which means washing clothes and preparing for no free time until next Monday afternoon. It feels good to be part of such cool things! I am excited to see where this will lead. So far this position is exceeding my hopes.

I am not allowed to take any photos at my new "job". I am only allowed to share what they share publicly. BUT this week I am in charge of taking photos at the events. I hope they will publish some of my photos on Facebook so I can share them with you.

Photos today

Pastor Paysen and the discipleship class

"Discipleship and Leadership" workbook

Worship time

Beautiful kids

Jorge Sarmiento sharing the message

Kids reciting the verse they learned today

Why I love my church

Tomorrow is the start of my first full week at the new position. Last Monday and Tuesday were holidays. I am excited to experience Monday devotional for the first time. What a cool way to start out the work week. Everyone in the office joins together for a time of devotion!

Church today was fun. I was there from 9 am until 3 pm, yet it didn't feel too long.

The message was excellent. It was something I have been thinking about a lot lately - "A house divided."

I see so much division in the world, but I don't see people working at unity. To me, it appears that this lack of unity is the source of many problems - within the US, within the church, within families... We live in a world so strongly focused on division, we forget how successful we can be if we work together.

Of course there are the basic divisions between political parties. Those are necessary and will always exist. They should! But recently we have taken things too far in our division. People seem to believe "It's my way or NO way." Intolerance. Being so deeply planted in their own stance, they can't consider the possibility of another point of view. It feels unsafe to even take a peek at why "the opposition" may believe the way they do. We can't put themselves in another person's shoes. No empathy. A lack of general humanity.

Where is it getting us?

I see more racial division than I have experienced in my lifetime. It makes me really sad. Guns, police, homosexuality, immigration are all hot buttons. Meanwhile, education is a mess and health care is dysfunctional. Some are pro-immigration as long as the immigrants are not trying to enter the US. Churches don't have each other's back, even within the same religion.

That is the only political rant you will ever hear from me. I don't care what side you fall on any of these issues. Because it's not about taking sides. That's the bottom line. Our division makes us weak and ineffective.

Today's message addressed division at a familial level, societal level, within churches, countries, and the world. We, Alas de Aguilas, are praying about these different levels. But what are we DOING about it? Sometimes prayer is not enough. Sometimes we have to take action.

We learned about loving each other with patience. It was really stuff we can take home and implement. I love messages like that!

Last week at the retreat Pastor Paysen announced that he will lead a new class of discipleship. He said it is going to be tough and ongoing. I showed up today excited to learn. I got the workbook and enjoyed the first class. But I did notice that some of my friends were missing.

When class was over we all went upstairs to the church. My friends were all up there. I asked why they weren't in my class. They asked why I wasn't in their class! Turned out they were in the class that I have been taking on Saturdays. At that moment Pastor Paysen asked why I was in his class, not in Pastora Ruth's. I explained I didn't know they were meeting. He told me I belong with them. He said the discipleship class is too basic for me. I was shocked!

As a fairly new Christian, I always feel like I am behind others. I was baptized and called to be a missionary a year later! My insecure part thinks I should still be working on a secure base. But both Pastora Ruth and Pastor Paysen said they want me to be in the advanced class! I am really honored, now that I am done feeling intimidated. I am also excited to be in the smaller group. I look forward to growing closer to the people I am studying with. The fellowship will be nice.

To study under Pastora Ruth is always a blessing. Pastor Paysen is a great teacher. He is super knowledgeable. But to me, Pastora Ruth is the ultimate person to study under. SO, I am really excited!!!

I still plan to work through the discipleship workbook on my own. Pastora Ruth said I can always meet with Pastor Paysen and review it with him. Sounds like a great idea. I'll continue working on my strong base in Christianity, and learn with the advanced class at the same time! I love my church. (Insert big smile here.)

A Day of Rest

All week I struggled with what I should do today. I was asked to attend a "Day of the Child" party for my new position. But I had a prior commitment with the church. Every third Saturday we have a "Reunion de las damas". (Women's Group) I explained this to my boss before I started, so she understands. However, I still felt a little guilty that I was unable to celebrate "The Day of the Child" with all of the new kids I will be serving.

At church some of us have been asked to set an example by putting the church as a priority. We are expected to show up early and come prepared. So far I am doing my part. I think it is a fair expectation and a necessary example for others who lack commitment and follow-through.

Today the leader of the "damas" had an emergency with her father so she asked to push the time of our meeting back. I was the only person who answered her. We ended up canceling the meeting and I still missed the party for my new "job".  (I use "job" in quotes so as not to confuse it for work that pays money. To me it feels like a professional job, so I feel most comfortable using that term.)

In the end it all worked out well. I had a very peaceful day of bible study. It was much needed - a day with no commitments. I also painted my nails and have a piece of fish thawing for a nice dinner.

Fany and Laura are not home. I am guessing they went to her in-law's for the night. She'll call later and let me know.

Yesterday we went to the colonia next to ours to get some vegetables. Fany needed to go to the bank but there were 13 people in line inside and more than 10 waiting outside. She decided to skip that. I looked for blouses to wear at the office, but found nothing at my favorite thrift store. I am realizing my wardrobe is perfect for playing with kids or going to church, but I don't have the clothes I need for an office job.

While we shopped Laura was singing, "So they all rolled over and one fell out, 3 bears in the bed and the little one said, 'Roll over. Roll over.'"

The lady at the counter looked at Fany, then me and said to me, "She is your's?"

I looked at Fany. For some reason I felt really embarrassed. "No!" I said. "She is her mother," at the same time Fany exclaimed, "She is mine."

"Oh," the girl said, "She speaks English."

Laura got really bashful. "She's only three," Fany said.

"She will have an easy time when she goes to school! She'll fit right in!" the woman said, assuming Laura will go to a bilingual school.

Fany has been struggling over and praying about this. Laura is so smart. She is truly exceptional. She should go to a private, bilingual school. Public schools here don't even teach the basics. Laura's intelligence would be wasted at a public school. But there is no money for private school for Laura. It breaks her mother's heart.

Two days ago Fany's Aunt in the US sent Laura black shoes to wear when she goes to school. They are too big, but Laura came to my house wearing them yesterday. For months she has been saying that she doesn't have a school uniform yet. (Like it's some deep concern or problem.) We keep telling her it is not time. School is definitely on her mind. She even told her Aunt, "My mother won't send me to a bilingual school." We don't know why she thinks her mother won't send her. But she really wants to go.

Education in Honduras is awful. The expensive private schools hire teachers who don't have a degree in education. It is a bizarre, sad fact. I think the major difference between public schools and private schools is that the teachers of private schools seem to care more. And the school day is longer than four hours. I hope that Laura has the opportunity to attend a private school. She is so smart, and so eager to learn, I would hate to see her gifts wasted in a public school.

A few bumps in the road

What a day! The power went out at my house so I ate cereal and figured I'd have time to buy lunch/dinner between physical therapy and prayer group. But the power was out at the physical therapists so I had to use all but 13 Lempiras ($.50) to pay for my PT in cash.

On the way from PT to prayer group I planned to drop off the paperwork for my MRI.

Today the physical therapist asked how long it would take. I told her I would drop off the papers after my appointment and from there someone would pick up the papers, take them to another office, (hopefully) approve payment, and decide where to send me for the procedure. I figure it will take about 2 weeks. The therapist started having a fit, "Mary! You need to tell them it is URGENT!" "Well," I thought to myself, "I have been asking for an MRI for 6 weeks and it was never urgent when I was the one who thought it needed to be done."

"I have already been like this for nine weeks," I told her. "Two more is not going to make much difference, is it?"

"But something is really wrong! You are not getting better!"

"I know."

No sense in saying that I have been trying to tell her boss that all along.

My phone got enough of a charge in the car on the way to the PT office that I could call the place where I had to drop off the papers. It was 3:08 pm. They told me their office was closed for the rest of the day. I felt really frustrated! Finally this thing with my arm is urgent, and now the offices are closed at 3 p.m. on a Thursday? They didn't bother to tell me that the whole building was on lock down and crawling with police because a lawyer was just stabbed and killed there. When I read that in the news, I have to admit I felt a little better. Not better that the man was killed, of course, but better because I could understand why they needed to close the office early.

I will drop off the papers tomorrow. Today I had to ask the pastor to lend me some money to eat. I thought I would spend 2 hours thinking about food, rather than praying. But prayer group was cut short. We prayed for Pastora Ruth's mother and then the Pastora headed home to be with her mom.

Everything I planned to do did not turn out right today.

Alexander taught me how to do the rest of the photography stuff. Turns out, I wasn't crazy. I couldn't do the rest of the things because I didn't have the right programs on my computer yet. But I have those now, so my photos should look extra sharp.

Here are two I am working on now:

Pastora Ruth praying for Saul on his birthday

Nidia opened the church service this week

Catch up

It's been a busy few days!

Saturday I picked up a car full of ladies and we went to a hormone seminar. It was on the side of the mountain near El Hatillo with the most gorgeous view of the city! There was a general presentation. Then we each had a private time to discuss what we are experiencing. We learned a lot and feel hopeful this information could change our lives. It was also a wonderful time of fellowship in a beautiful location.

View from our seats

The ladies

Translating for some of my peers

Beautiful Tegucigalpa

My friends and I

Honduran friends and missionary friends

A storm blew in at the end of the day

Sunday was a looong day. We end our week of fasting with a time of prayer that starts an hour before the church service so we all arrived an hour early. During church the kids celebrated The Day of the Child. The Day of the Child is a huge deal here. Besides Mother's Day, it is the most celebrated holiday in Honduras. I took lots of photos.

Piñatas!

After the service it was my turn to sell food for the weekly fundraiser. We served fried platanos topped with beans, cheese and mantequilla. We sold out so quickly I didn't even get to try one!

When everything was clean from the fundraiser Alexander taught me more about the photo editing program for the church FB page. Then we had another meeting after church to plan for a barbecue fundraiser in October and orchestral concert fundraiser in November. Some of the college kids needed a ride home. By the time I got home it was after 3 p.m. I was starving.

Monday I woke up at a strange sound outside my window. Most people had the day off but Fany was hard at work. The noise I heard was raking with our three pronged rake. She has been hurting lately from her fibromyalgia, so I got out of bed and helped with lawn work, as best I could with my messed up wrist. In the end I had a sore wrist and she had a sore back, but the yard looked beautiful! She chopped branches and trimmed trees until she had blisters from her machete.

Tuesday was Honduran Independence Day. Everything was closed. There were parades all day long. Many people watch the parades live, but a lot choose to avoid the chaos and watch on tv. The main topic of conversation on Honduran Independence Day is about the competitions between the girls who march in the parades dressed in short skirts.

Little girls can become very sexualized in Honduras. At 2 or 3 years old, many are posing with their chest pushed up and rear end pushed out. People from other countries who visit talk about posing like a Honduran girl. It is crazy how young the kids learn to do this. Many times it is their own mother taking the photo, encouraging them to pose that way.

I don't want to post a photo of the kids, but here is a photo of Fisher and her family posing like Honduran women:

Funny for adults. Not so cute if they were little girls

I spent Honduran Independence Day with my church at a one day retreat. Lots of people came, I'd guess about 60. It was a good time of fellowship and re-commitment to our goals. At the retreat I got some good photos, but I don't know how to publish them with the new program Alexander is teaching me to use. Photos to come...

Week End wrap up

Went to what physical therapy today. I thought it would be my last session for now. But I decided to continue. In PT I can do things that I cannot do on my own. The therapist can stretch my muscles further than I can stretch them myself. Until today I thought I had full range of motion in my wrist, but today I learned that I don't, unless the therapist is pushing with one hand and pulling with the other.

Also, I learned today that I have to print out a form, have the doctor sign it, and give it to my insurance company. This is a holiday weekend in Honduras. Tuesday is Honduran Independence Day. Businesses are closed Monday as well. I will have to wait until at least Wednesday, or whenever the doctor is in the office next, for him to sign this form. It will be more than two weeks before I can get the MRI. I think I should use this time for physical therapy.

I went to get a prescription filled today. It cost over $40 for 14 pills! The pharmacist told me the medicine is a pain reliever - like ibuprofen but stronger. I decided that $40 could go toward PT.

I've had some interesting conversations in the past couple of days. This week God placed something on my heart for my friend Andrea. I felt, as we say in Spanish, "inquieta." My heart was restless. I knew I needed to talk to her.

Andrea wrote something on FB last week. It said that she was frustrated with the behavior of people who claim to be Christian. I could see her point. But she also said that she will not go to church because of those people. That is what left me inquieta (restless).

As I washed dishes one night I knew that I was supposed to talk to Andrea about not giving up on the idea of church. I sent her a message on FB, asking if she could talk. She said yes, after she put her son to bed.

We chatted for quite a while and God guided us to the topic. She explained, without me asking, why she did not like the church she is attending. She said the people there are full of hateful opinions.

She is about to move to a different city so I suggested that she might find a church near her future home where she feels comfortable. I didn't want her to feel judged. That's the last thing she needs. God gave me the words to speak with Andrea in a manner that she was able to hear without feeling defensive. In the end, I think she is excited to find a new church when she gets to her new home.

Today I also got to talk to talk to my physical therapist about religion. Last week she mentioned something about her church. I could tell she was trying to address it gently. Today we had a really good, open conversation about our beliefs. Ends up we are on the same page. It was a good talk.

Tonight I had a training about how to manage the Facebook page for the church. I thought it is a manner of giving me the password. Turns out it's a lot more. I got a lesson about how to edit photos. We didn't even finish before prayer group.

People marched outside while we were praying. They are protesting  corruption in Honduras. It's been proven that money from social security went to the president's campaign. People died because the funds were not there when they needed hospital care. Also the government has been caught stealing medicine. Right now the hospitals don't have even the basics, like cotton or syringes. Patients have to bring their own syringe for care in a public hospital.

I am glad the people continue to protest in a manner that is peaceful. Last week they marched in the rain. Nothing seems to slow them down. Some leaders have been jailed, or at least placed on house arrest, so the marches are working.

First Day

Started at the new position this morning. Hardly slept last night. I was excited about my first day.

I had to walk up to the gas station to meet people who walked me to the field office.  They were there right on time to walk over to the office in Villa Nueva with me. I liked the office. It's converted from an apartment. It's cozy and nice. The more that I get to know the people who work there, the more I like them.

Villa Nueva is like Los Pinos. It's on the other side of the mountain from Los Pinos. The homes are the same and the poverty level is equal. I am the only one who works in that office and does not live in Villa Nueva.

My new co-workers showed me around, included me in conversations, and told me more about the program. The therapist invited me to go with her to a Youth Impact group. She said this is her most difficult group because the parents don't support the kids or encourage them to attend, so the kids don't come.

One boy was right outside the whole time, but refused to come inside for the meeting. Only four of the eight kids showed up, so the therapist decided to postpone the meeting until Saturday. They've completed four of the six week program. The therapist is hoping to include them all in the next to meetings. The four kids who were there were super sweet! They are from 10-14 years old. They were full of hugs and smiles.

On the bus ride back to the office, the therapist asked if I am bothered by the way people stare. I told her I do not even notice anymore. She was shocked. She said that everyone on the bus stared at me. She said when I got off they all shifted and stared out the window at me. I try to be alert and aware of my environment, but I guess I have grown accustomed to stares.

I remember the days when I felt like everyone at the supermarket was staring at me and thinking that I am a stranger from a strange place. It's been a long time since I felt that way.

This afternoon I went to the Orthopedic doctor. He showed me new stretches to do and told me to come back in two weeks. I asked why I am not getting an MRI. He thinks my wrist can still heal from stretching. The doctor said I can get an MRI, if it will give me peace of mind. He said he would be surprised if anything were abnormal in the results.

Fine. I hope we see nothing at all. By my hand is swollen and lumpy and hard. It hurts to drive, cook, wash dishes, wash my hair, zip a zipper, and read a book. I can't fit into any of my clothes because I haven't exercised in months. And I want to get better. NOW. So we started the process for the MRI. I hope that I am the one who is surprised and there is nothing wrong.

My wrist and the side of my hand are still noticeably "inflamed" (swollen). It's been eight weeks. To me, eight weeks seems like a long time for the swelling not to go down. The doctor said I can continue in PT if I want to go, or I can do the stretches on my own. Since I can stretch at home for free, that is what I'll do.

Reminder from Embassy

Today I received an email from the US Embassy saying that "criminal activity" has increased in the area around the most expensive private school - American School. I can see how it would be a target because there are a lot of people there with money.

The email said to be careful in that area. They also wrote this:

The Embassy would like to take this opportunity to remind all U.S. citizens to be vigilant of their surroundings at all times and in all locations, especially when entering or exiting their homes, hotels, cars, garages, schools, and workplaces.  Whenever possible, travel in groups of two or more.  It is also advisable to avoid wearing jewelry and carrying large sums of money or displaying cash, ATM/credit cards, or other valuables.  Avoid walking at night in most areas of Honduras or walking alone on beaches, historic ruins, and trails.  Motorists should avoid traveling at night and always drive with their doors locked and windows up to deter criminals from robbing vehicles stopped at traffic lights and on congested downtown streets.

I have written about how I can't roll down my windows here, or leave the house after dark. But here it is from the US Embassy.

Tomorrow I start at my new position! I am excited, but a little nervous. I have gotten accustomed to visiting Los Pinos and the people there have grown accustomed to me. Going into Villa Nueva will be a new experience. I don't know people there. Knowing the people, and God, is what kept me safe in Los Pinos. I will be wearing a hat and vest which identifies me as part of the Juvenile Impact program. That is very helpful.  The program is well known in the area.

Yesterday was a hot day. I thought maybe the rain was over, as it did not rain the day before either. But last night I woke up to rain and today it has been cloudy and dark. We hope the rain will continue!

It's Official!

It's official! I had the last interview today. Thursday I start a new volunteer position which seems like it was made for me, and I was made for it.

Let me give you a little history. The association does a lot of different things. Part of the organization is focused on human rights and advocating for women or children. Part is doing social work. The social work part is the safer part and the part I will work in.

Initially they served youth. They started a program called Juvenile Impact. But they realized that no matter how much they did, the kids still had to go home to unsafe, unstable home environments. For that reason another program, Strong Families, was created.

Strong families is not only about supporting the families of the teens. They send psychologists who offer weekly therapy to both the parents and kids, separately and together. They provide education and ongoing support.

As therapists met with families, the need for a third program emerged. It is called Strong Women to help women who are, or were, in abusive relationships.

As I get to know each program better I will share the details with you. It all seems so perfect for me! I have experience in each of these areas after doing social work in the US for 17 years. This is where my passion lies.

Thursday I begin training. What an exciting opportunity!

New Assignment

I have a new job. Exciting! Really it is more an assignment than a job.

For 10 months to the day, I have been attending my church, Alas de Aguilas. I am there every Sunday, I take part in the weekly prayer group, participate in every class that is offered, and meet with my Pastors regularly. I've helped out with events. I bring items for the pantry, snacks for the kids, and a meal to sell when it is my turn. But so far God has not shown me how He would like me to serve my church on a regular basis.

About a month ago I shared that Pastora Ruth invited me to be part of the group of people who "gets things done".

So far we built an altar for the church using pallets and plywood. Now we are working on raising money to cover the pallets with carpet. We all think our plywood alter is beautiful because we've been wanting it for so long. But a visitor who didn't appreciate how much prayer and work went into the wooden altar might not see the beauty. It does need carpet, for sure. We are just excited to have an altar, period.

This is how the alter looks today.  We still need to finish one side and cover it with carpet.

Today we had a meeting about how we are going to raise more money for the carpet, sound equipment, and a sign outside so people will know where we are. We are going to have a barbecue in the church parking lot.  Part of our advertisement will be through our personal pages on Facebook and through the church's FB page. At the end of the meeting I suggested that we all send invites to our friends to "like" the Ministerio Alas de Aguilas FB page. I also suggested that we let people know what we are doing on the page, so they can see how they could help out.

Now I have a new assignment!  I am to be the English voice and also one of the photographers for my church's Facebook page. I was thinking about it on the way home. It's not a lot of work. I will really enjoy doing it. But it is a big responsibility that I am being trusted with. My publications will be in the name of the church.

Tomorrow I hope to set a final interview with the same people who invited me to the training last week. It will be awesome if we make it official this week.

Visiting friends

Today I took a cab to visit my friend Ana and her kids in Los Pinos.

I have to take a cab now because the only place where my car was safe is no longer accessible. The day that it rained really hard and I thought I was going to get washed away in Los Pinos, the rain took out a bridge on the road above her house. Nobody can drive up there anymore.

In the end we decided it was better anyway. I have a cab driver who is reliable and kind.  He is the only taxi I was allowed to ride in when I first moved here. He parks outside the gates of my neighborhood where the cabs gather, so I have kept in touch with him over the years.

Today he came and picked me up at my house at 1 p.m.  Then we headed into Los Pinos where the kids were all waiting for me at the bridge. I paid him for the return trip in advance, so that I wasn't walking around with cash in Los Pinos.

I got lots of good hugs.  Misael and Meylin were there too.  Meylin has always had problems with her hair. It is sparse and very coarse.  I haven't seen her in a while and I was shocked to see how tall she is and how wonderful her hair looks! It's longer and more thick. I am very happy for her.

Ana cooked rice, beans and chicken for us. I wondered how she had all of the money for that. Her mother brought her freshly cut beans from their land in the country. Later Jired asked for 20 Lempiras (one dollar) and Ana had to tell him that she didn't have any money. I felt horrible. But I was asked not to bring them food, so there is not much I can do. She would have been hurt if I had turned down the meal.

Everyone seems to be doing well. Isa has this new attachment thing going on with me. Last week when I saw her she bawled when I left.  Ana said Isa cried until she went to bed that night, about 3 hours later. Then she woke up in the night and started crying again. Isa's only two, but she keeps saying that she wants to come and stay with me. I don't really understand why she is acting this way.

David, Samuel and I played cards for a while. Then David helped Samuel get dressed in his cadet uniform. Tomorrow Samuel will march with his classmates in a parade. He was adorable in his uniform, with a tie, a beret and even white gloves. Ana has been saving the white shirt since Jired wore it 10 years ago. It's still perfectly white. Everything was ironed and sharp. Samuel was proud of himself.

Samuel and Isa

New stairway up to Ana's house!
Railing coming soon

A new rain gutter to keep the rain from
washing the houses, cars and bridges away.
You can see Ana's nice house in the background.

More rain on its way!

The clouds are rolling in, wind is picking up and rain is on its way again.  I hear thunder!

Oh, I forgot something funny that happened in Los Pinos. The cab had just dropped me off. Samuel, David and I were standing down by the road talking before we headed up to the house. I heard the sound of brakes and looked up to see a pickup truck coming down the hill toward us backwards. The brakes were making an odd sound, but the truck wasn't coming toward us that quickly.

I didn't realize the pickup was out of control until it slowly turned and ran into the side of a wooden building. The people got out of the truck and the woman came out of the building, but nobody seemed too upset. It seems to happen quite often in that spot. I remember not long ago a VW Bug came down the same hill out of control and ended up in the water under the bridge. This pick up was much luckier. Never a dull day in Los Pinos.

I hear rain drops on the palm leaves of the platano tree outside my window. On of my favorite sounds.

Blunders and rain

It's almost 3 & 1/2 years in and I am still making cultural blunders.

This morning I was the first to arrive at the office, which meant I had to stand at the door waiting for our transportation while everyone else entered. When the first person came in I did it almost right. Here is the correct way to greet a person in Honduras:

Good morning.
 - Good morning.
How are you?
 - Fine, thanks be to God. And you?
Good, thanks be to God.

I've got most of it down, although the "Gracias a Dios" part still does not come naturally.  I messed that up all morning. The place where I hope to work is a Christian organization and the "Gracias a Dios" part is extra important there.

My last day of training was great. This week I made new friends who are kind, smart, happy and outgoing. They all call me by name already. As the day drew to an end they asked which team I will be working with. It seemed like they each hoped I'd be working with them. I feel very welcome!

I told them I still have another interview with the head honcho to get through before I am official. Then the plan is for me to tag along with different teams before I jump into anything. They were encouraging and said the believe I will be working with them soon. I hope so!

I had to leave the training early to go to physical therapy.  That was where I made my other blunders.

In Honduras when you enter anywhere - a public bus, or a doctor's office, or a home, it is expected that you will greet everyone.  If it is a group of less than 8ish, you great each person individually.  If it's a waiting room at a doctor's office you say good afternoon in the direction of each group of people.

Today I walked into the doctor's office, went up to the reception desk, checked in and paid. Then I sat down in the full waiting room, pulled out my book and started to read. (Nobody here reads in waiting rooms! I am always the only one.) The next person came in and greeted everyone. I felt like such an ignorant gringa with bad manners.  I know better! But I was a bad example for the people of the US today. I got caught up in my own mind and did not greet the people in the waiting room.

For the second evening in a row it started to rain as soon as I got home. Hurray for rain! More people than ever are starving because we haven't had rain. It rained a few hours for about five consecutive nights in June. We got excited because normally June is really rainy, but then the rain never came. Last year was dry and this year was even dryer. In July it rained one hard rain and two normal rains. In August I can't say it ever rained and it was SO hot, day after day.  We got a few drops from the sky several times, but the drops never amounted to much or lasted more than 10 minutes.

So far September has been good. Last night we got a steady rain for an hour and a half. Today it started raining when I got home and 3 hours later it is still coming down. We need this desperately.

Yesterday I saw a water truck selling tanks of water to the people at the bottom of our hill.  Usually the lower houses have city water. Fany says the city reservoir is dry. Lucky for us I didn't bathe frequently or for long when I had the cast.  Washing dishes or clothes hurts my wrist, so I am accidentally preserving water.

Many public places have a nasty smell inside from the empty water lines. Fany said the hospitals don't have water. I saw Burger King buying a tank of water yesterday. Today we are giving thanks for rain!

Speed racer

I learned today that I have one more interview process before I am official at the place where I would like to volunteer.  This week I am attending a workshop about psychology with them.  It's all been a review, but it is good to get my mind warmed up to social work stuff again and learn the terminology in Spanish. The guest speaker is from Argentina and speaks with a crazy accent, so it is a challenge to understand her Spanish.

I had the coolest experience today.  We always wait inside the office, even though it is located in a good neighborhood. Today a car pulls up, then backs onto the sidewalk so the passengers door is only steps away. The guard inside the office opens the office door and releases us to the security guard inside the car. The driver tells us to get into the car. He asks if everyone is in, looks around, then rolls up all of the dark tinted windows and takes off full speed like he's driving the POTUS! It was awesome. I never thought I could be impressed by stuff like that, but it feels so dangerous and important at the same time! I like it.