I had time to sleep in today, but instead chose to get up and take a long shower. I was all ready to leave and had decided to sweep the floor when Jairo called to say I should leave the house now to meet him on the corner. I walked up to the corner store, where I wait for Jairo and Lourdes to drive by and pick me up. But today there was this guy who was whistling and grunting at me. I gave him the nastiest look I could muster. He did it again, but I ignored him that time. The scariest part was that as I was watching for Jairo to come, I had my back to him. I was afraid he was going to come up behind me, so I was praying for Jairo to hurry.
When Jairo pulled up he said that immediately after he called me, he got caught in a traffic jam where police had cars stopped because people were shooting at each other across the highway. This has happened before since I've been here. Jairo was about to figure out another route, which is difficult the way the roads work here, when suddenly the police began to yell, "VAYA! VAYA!" (Go! Go!) so he hurried through and rescued me from the whistling groaner.
We went to the church and two teenagers were already at work making refried beans and scrambled eggs with queso fresco and fresh hand made tortillas. I tried to help, but apparently I was screwing up the eggs, so they took over again. (They had 12 eggs and almost a cup of veg oil in the pan, then they wanted to cook the eggs 45 mins in advance. But I have to hand it to them. The breakfast was delicious and everyone enjoyed it.)
We prayed for Lourdes, who again was home in bed. We also prayed for Josue, Eunice's son, who plays the trumpet in the church band. He had his appendix out last night and this morning had to be transferred to a different hospital because of complications. Everyone was worried he could even die. Lourdes asked me to reach out to my friends in the states for prayer, but I already had. So far all I know is that he was vomiting blood and having respiratory problems. I prayed for him and his family all day. I could not get them off my mind.
Something cool happened when I least expected it. Since I arrived I've been hearing people say, "Vaya, pues." It is used to say goodbye on the phone, or to send someone on their way or even to agree with someone. Translated literally, it means "go, then", but it would really be more the equivalent of "okay" or "all right". I wondered if or when I would ever use "vaya pues" naturally in my own vocabulary, since that would be a sign of the language flowing off my tongue, rather than consciously thinking of every word. Well, today was the day! Not too bad - only two weeks in. A little girl at the breakfast program asked permission to do something and I responded, "Vaya, pues." I felt a little surprised and proud, but I had nobody to share my accomplishment with, because they would think I am crazy for being happy over something as mundane as "vaya, pues".
When I got home I decided to get the sweeping done, which led to mopping, which led to deciding to try my hand at washing clothes in my pila. I actually really enjoyed it. It was very therapeutic. I was able to pray and talk to God about why He has me here, in this place where I can't exercise, where I am still learning the language, where, by North American standards, I really don't know anyone. Although I do. At one point I was standing over the pila crying because I was thinking about how much unconditional love I have here. I'm sure if anyone saw me they thought I was crying over having to wash clothes in the pila.
Originally I had planned to wash 2 shirts and see how it went, but it felt so good I ended up doing all of my clothes and then coming back inside to get my sheets. Everything but the jeans were dry before it started to rain, so I was happy. Then I cooked some fried platanos, which have to be one of the worst things for a healthy diet. In the states a nutritionist told me not to eat bananas because the amount of sugar in bananas outweighs the good that potassium can do. So imagine deep frying bananas and eating them with the equivalent of sour cream. Only mantequilla tastes nothing like sour cream. I compare the dish to a Honduran version of bananas foster. And I eat 2 of them every night. Still somehow, I've managed to lose almost 10 pounds already. It is surely not from lack of eating. I think it's from having fresher food with no preservatives. I can't think of another reason I could lose weight every time I come here because I eat like a pig and I don't exercise.
So now I'm lying on my clean sheets. The Catholic Church sang from 7:30 - 9:30, so I had some nice background music as I was writing. I wish so desperately that I could go watch them sing, so I could have a picture in my mind of where these glorious voices are coming from. But I'm not allowed. Since we don't know anyone in the church, I can't go. It is a risk that someone would notice I am alone and follow me home. So I can't go to the church across the street from my house. I completely understand and respect Jairo for protecting me, but I don't know if I can live a life where I'm so enclosed. I go from my house, to the church, to visit Lourdes and Jairo, then home again, where I have to lock myself in behind tall metal gates topped with rolls of barbed wire. I do feel safe, but I also feel a little trapped. And I worry that I might feel more trapped as time goes by. It's not only me. Even up in the mountains where Lourdes and Jairo live the kids are not allowed to walk alone. They can't even ride their bikes. Things here have gotten so dangerous it has begun to effect everyone, not just certain areas. No other word for it. It's just sad.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Walter's Birthday
Today when Jairo came to pick me up the passenger's seat was empty. Lourdes wasn't there. He proceeded to tell me that she is very sick and even fell to the ground last night, so she is spending the day in bed. He was clearly upset. When we got to the breakfast program it was Jairo who made breakfast. We took a bunch of different boxes from the stuff we picked up the first day I was here and he mixed it all together in a big bowl - Cheerios, Cornflakes, Co-Co Puffs, Lucky Charms, etc. It was a cereal extravaganza!
It was a relaxed morning at the church, so I decided to get out my hacky sack and play with the kids. Since they are amazing at soccer I knew they'd be good at hacky sack. And they were, until I kicked one of them in the face. Wait! Let me explain. I had told him he can use any part of his body except his hands, so he started heading the ball, which was great, until the ball went right to my foot and I kicked it. All I could hear was "CRUNCH" and blood began to pour everywhere. I felt terrible. Jairo came out of the kitchen and I yelled, "Jairo, I think I broke his nose!" We sat him down and got the bleeding to stop. He never cried, but he refused to speak. Jairo checked out his nose, declared it not broken, but told him he had to take it easy for the rest of the day.
One of the littlest girls showed me how to wash the blood out of his shirt in the pila. She was a professional at it. When I told others about her washing skills they said it's because at 6 years old, she is responsible to care for her younger siblings and even for washing neighbors' clothes. I made a personal vow never to let her work while she's at the breakfast program. This is her place to relax and be a child.
Jairo said that although Lourdes was sick, there would still be a birthday party for Walter at the Sarmiento home. I was invited, so I went early and helped prepare. I also showed Lourdes the paper I wrote last night to ask for funding for Ubence's school. Lourdes was very pleased with the paper. She tried to help us prepare, but ended up collapsing in the arms of Belinda and me. We carried her to bed, then continued preparing for the party. Josselyn and I worked together, which was nice. We listened to her favorite Spanish music. I thought it was great. We talked about girl things and teenaged things and growing up. Josselyn has grown to be a beautiful young woman, inside and out. I truly enjoy time with her.
(Josselyn is currently in her second semester of college and loves it! She loves the teachers and never complains about the work. She is so happy to be going to college. She wants to be a graphic artist.)
The food turned out great and it was a very nice party. I love how gatherings here are so meaningful and personal. Once everyone arrived they went around the room and talked about all the ways that Walter is special to them and their families. Some people were funny, some talked about Walter as a child. His Mother talked about his birth. It was lots of family and his closest friends. Then they praised God for Walter and his calling to be a pastor.
I especially enjoyed the party because it was the first time I have been able to spend with Karla and Jose. I saw them briefly when I first arrived, but it was midnight and we were all exhausted, so we mumbled hello, hugged and that was it. It was pretty anti-climatic after waiting to see them for 2 & 1/2 years. But this was everything I was hoping for and more. I spent some quality time with Jose. Then Karla and I caught up on a lot of things. Mostly we giggled. I'm not much of a giggler and really neither is Karla, but when we are together it's like I'm 6 years old again and I love it! Sometimes we look at each other and we just giggle for no reason. Or I'll say something I don't think is funny at all and Karla will say, "Ayyyy... Marileeeeeen!" and we'll both laugh. (People down here have the hardest time with my name.) So Karla and I got in some good laughs, then they gave me a ride home and made plans to get together soon. It was so nice to remember all of the reasons I love them so much. Karla and I have a friendship that transcends words, which is helpful because she doesn't speak much English. :)
We got home at midnight, so I don't know if the Catholic church across the street sang, but since I moved in the have sung every night except Monday. I have to borrow my mother's word to describe it. Their singing is glorious. I love sitting in my room next to the window and listening to them sing. Sometimes I honestly wonder if they might offer a glimpse of how heaven will sound.
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| Jairo making breakfast |
It was a relaxed morning at the church, so I decided to get out my hacky sack and play with the kids. Since they are amazing at soccer I knew they'd be good at hacky sack. And they were, until I kicked one of them in the face. Wait! Let me explain. I had told him he can use any part of his body except his hands, so he started heading the ball, which was great, until the ball went right to my foot and I kicked it. All I could hear was "CRUNCH" and blood began to pour everywhere. I felt terrible. Jairo came out of the kitchen and I yelled, "Jairo, I think I broke his nose!" We sat him down and got the bleeding to stop. He never cried, but he refused to speak. Jairo checked out his nose, declared it not broken, but told him he had to take it easy for the rest of the day.
One of the littlest girls showed me how to wash the blood out of his shirt in the pila. She was a professional at it. When I told others about her washing skills they said it's because at 6 years old, she is responsible to care for her younger siblings and even for washing neighbors' clothes. I made a personal vow never to let her work while she's at the breakfast program. This is her place to relax and be a child.
Jairo said that although Lourdes was sick, there would still be a birthday party for Walter at the Sarmiento home. I was invited, so I went early and helped prepare. I also showed Lourdes the paper I wrote last night to ask for funding for Ubence's school. Lourdes was very pleased with the paper. She tried to help us prepare, but ended up collapsing in the arms of Belinda and me. We carried her to bed, then continued preparing for the party. Josselyn and I worked together, which was nice. We listened to her favorite Spanish music. I thought it was great. We talked about girl things and teenaged things and growing up. Josselyn has grown to be a beautiful young woman, inside and out. I truly enjoy time with her.
(Josselyn is currently in her second semester of college and loves it! She loves the teachers and never complains about the work. She is so happy to be going to college. She wants to be a graphic artist.)
The food turned out great and it was a very nice party. I love how gatherings here are so meaningful and personal. Once everyone arrived they went around the room and talked about all the ways that Walter is special to them and their families. Some people were funny, some talked about Walter as a child. His Mother talked about his birth. It was lots of family and his closest friends. Then they praised God for Walter and his calling to be a pastor.
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| Good luck blowing out the trick candles! |
I especially enjoyed the party because it was the first time I have been able to spend with Karla and Jose. I saw them briefly when I first arrived, but it was midnight and we were all exhausted, so we mumbled hello, hugged and that was it. It was pretty anti-climatic after waiting to see them for 2 & 1/2 years. But this was everything I was hoping for and more. I spent some quality time with Jose. Then Karla and I caught up on a lot of things. Mostly we giggled. I'm not much of a giggler and really neither is Karla, but when we are together it's like I'm 6 years old again and I love it! Sometimes we look at each other and we just giggle for no reason. Or I'll say something I don't think is funny at all and Karla will say, "Ayyyy... Marileeeeeen!" and we'll both laugh. (People down here have the hardest time with my name.) So Karla and I got in some good laughs, then they gave me a ride home and made plans to get together soon. It was so nice to remember all of the reasons I love them so much. Karla and I have a friendship that transcends words, which is helpful because she doesn't speak much English. :)
We got home at midnight, so I don't know if the Catholic church across the street sang, but since I moved in the have sung every night except Monday. I have to borrow my mother's word to describe it. Their singing is glorious. I love sitting in my room next to the window and listening to them sing. Sometimes I honestly wonder if they might offer a glimpse of how heaven will sound.
Monday, April 9, 2012
My House!
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| Pathway to my front door |
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| Front door |
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| Living/Dining Area - lots of sunlight |
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| Looking into the kitchen |
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| New stove/oven |
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| Kitchen |
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| Huge closets with beautiful woodwork |
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| My favorite place to relax |
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| The view outside my bedroom window |
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| Mangos (which fall on my tin roof and wake me up at night) |
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| Oranges. But they're not orange yet. |
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| Pila - for washing clothes. Note the built in washboard on the left. |
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| Platanos Plus lemons and avocados, but they are still too tiny to see in a photograph. Pretty cool yard, huh? |
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Reclaiming the suitcases and a day of rest
Today we woke and showered to be ready for Walter to pick us up and go to the airport. We were expecting him to be late, but he came while I was in the midst of my first "billy bath". Some houses in the city only have running water on certain days at certain times. The house where I am staying now is one such house. So they put big rubber garbage cans in the bathroom and leave the faucets in the open position at all times. Then when the water comes it fills the garbage can for bathing, flushing the toilet or washing dishes. When you bathe you use a smaller bucket to pour water onto yourself. I had done this in wilderness therapy for a year, so it was no big concern the first time I came across it here. However, I had forgotten this morning how cold the water can be. The first bucket is a shocker.
We ended up spending over an hour at the airport. First it took a long time for them to bring my luggage. I still didn't really believe they actually had it, and if they did I wondered what shape it would be in. There was paperwork to complete for reimbursement and compensation. But in the end, everything was accounted for in my luggage, although the outside looks like it's "been through the war" as my Mom would say. It only suffered a broken headlamp and leaky sunscreen so I call that a win! It was hard to believe it was actually here until I started unpacking it all.
When we got back from the airport I sorted through everything and tried to make it all fit in the room where I am staying. It's a lot of stuff, especially since I already bought more. Hopefully it can be a blessing to someone else who is my size. We spent the afternoon watching movies and eating Costco pizza. It was nice to relax. Josselyn, Belinda and I gave ourselves mani/pedis, while Daniel stayed in his room all day with my computer, Kindle and iPod. He is in electronic heaven. We got a late afternoon rain, just like yesterday, which was nice because today was very hot. Andres took the hammock outside and spent some time relaxing there. He is so cute and funny. He has become the king of sudoku at 7 years old. Smart little guy.
After placing phone calls all day yesterday to US Airways representatives, my Aunt Jan has finally gotten some response. An assistant to the CEO was very apologetic. We've decided that US Airways needs people like Aunt Jan working for them, since their customer service reps are NOT helpful. Thanks Aunt Jan for all of your hard work!
Going to sleep tonight in my own pajamas. Yay! Now if Bella would find her way back.
Monday, April 2, 2012
My Luggage is found!
Today was a good day, which turned into a great day. We had a lazy morning, then went to KFC for lunch before spending the day shopping for all of the things I will need, since it seems my suitcase is lost for good.
The boys were off swimming, so it was a girls' day with Belinda and Josselyn. We stopped at little shops and bought hair things and make-up. Then we got down to business buying underwear and pj's for me. We looked for an Easter dress, and found a beautiful one, but it didn't quite work for me. We had fun choosing clothes in each other's style. Josselyn was a good sport, waiting while we had to get so many things just for me. At one point we were buying flip flops. We were looking for either brown or black in a selection of bright colors. Joss pulled on a few to look behind where they were hanging in a wall display. Suddenly they all began falling down. Once there were already a bunch on the floor, we gave up trying to be gentle and tossed the extras out of the way in search of brown or black for me. The sound of shoes being thrown on the floor and giggling girls brought a store clerk who stood over us sternly as I picked them all back up. It was fun.
I also learned that in Honduras I am huge. I don't really understand it because there are definitely people bigger than I, but in shirts many size large did not fit me!
We shopped for hours, until our feet hurt and we were ready to go home. As we were descending the elevator to leave, all of the bags in hand, I told Josselyn now my luggage will come. Now that I have mentally accepted that I have to buy new clothes and have spent the money, they will find my luggage.
The boys were off swimming, so it was a girls' day with Belinda and Josselyn. We stopped at little shops and bought hair things and make-up. Then we got down to business buying underwear and pj's for me. We looked for an Easter dress, and found a beautiful one, but it didn't quite work for me. We had fun choosing clothes in each other's style. Josselyn was a good sport, waiting while we had to get so many things just for me. At one point we were buying flip flops. We were looking for either brown or black in a selection of bright colors. Joss pulled on a few to look behind where they were hanging in a wall display. Suddenly they all began falling down. Once there were already a bunch on the floor, we gave up trying to be gentle and tossed the extras out of the way in search of brown or black for me. The sound of shoes being thrown on the floor and giggling girls brought a store clerk who stood over us sternly as I picked them all back up. It was fun.
I also learned that in Honduras I am huge. I don't really understand it because there are definitely people bigger than I, but in shirts many size large did not fit me!
We shopped for hours, until our feet hurt and we were ready to go home. As we were descending the elevator to leave, all of the bags in hand, I told Josselyn now my luggage will come. Now that I have mentally accepted that I have to buy new clothes and have spent the money, they will find my luggage.
15 minutes later, on the cab ride home, Walter called to say my luggage is at the airport and we will go pick it up tomorrow.
I cried. I thanked God. I kept asking if they were really sure the luggage was there - for sure. They said yes, it is at the airport and we can get it after 10 am. I am so happy and finally feel like I can settle in and enjoy my time here. There is a funny contradiction inside my head. Part of me is so thrilled to have my "stuff". But another part of me realizes how unnecessary it all really is. I lived for 7 days with the help of others and the clothes on my back. Still, it will be soooo nice to have my own things! The only thing that could be better now is if my kitty, Bella, were found. I miss her and am worried about her. She has been missing for 7 days.
When we got home I was able to call my family and tell them that my luggage was found! And even better, I was able to have a whole hour to talk because the new phone card came with a special deal for only today where I could call the US for an hour with bonus minutes! Lots of blessings are coming my way today. My family had been on the phone in the US all morning getting things done for me - calling the airlines to find my luggage and trying to get meds/contacts/glasses to me in case my luggage wasn't found. They were so happy to hear that I will now have everything I packed. I can't say I will now have everything I need, because I really had everything I needed. But there were some things I really wanted out of that pack.
We watched a Honduras vs. Mexico in fútbol, played games and relaxed for the rest of the night. Andres is very good at sudoku! He picked it up more quickly than some adults and was so happy each time he won :) It was a good night and a day that gave me appreciation for my family, for my "stuff" and for the new family I have here in Honduras.
Jairo and Lourdes each called me to ask how I was feeling. Lourdes was full of praise to God. Jairo was as well, but also complimented me on keeping such a good attitude about my luggage. Jairo had a productive day of fishing. He said he caught some Tilapia. They are coming home Wednesday. It will feel strange to be in an apartment by myself after spending so much time in close quarters with family for the past week. Sunday morning all I wanted was to be alone, but now I think I will miss having people around. Especially little Andres. I will make sure to get some pics of him soon. He is good medicine for anyone who is sad or lonely. He (and locating my luggage) helped make today a great day!
Thank you to everyone who prayed that my luggage be found. Your prayer is appreciated more than you know.
Today my daily devotional was very fitting:
"I have promised to meet all your needs according to My glorious riches. Your deepest, most constant need is for My Peace. I have planted Peace in the garden of your heart, where I live; but there are weeds growing there too: pride, worry, selfishness, unbelief. I am the Gardener, and I am working to rid you heard of those weeds. I do My work in various ways. When you sit quietly with Me, I shine the light of My Prescence directly into your heart. In this heavenly Light, Peace grows abundantly and weeds shrivel up. I also send trials into your life. When you trust Me in the midst of trouble, Peave flourishes and weeds die away. Thank Me for troublesome situations; the Peace they can produce far outweighs the trials you endure." - Jesus Calling by Sarah Young
Sunday, April 1, 2012
First Church Service
This was not the best day for me. I had a headache from lack of meds and felt exhausted. At the same time I was finally back at church in Honduras, which is something I have wanted so desperately for years. It was frustrating that I didn't feel well enough to fully enjoy the moment I had been looking forward to for so long. I told Lourdes and Jairo how I always think of them on Sundays when I am in the states, because that is the day when I can really picture the people I care about and what they are doing.
At first it was a little uncomfortable. Karla and Jose are away for the week, so I had nobody to hang around with before church began. I took some pictures of the band warming up. Bismar introduced me to his mother, which I felt was an honor. I also met my landlord, Leonor, who greeted me in English. I didn't realize she is the mother of Josselyn's friends. I paid my first month's rent, so I'm official! She asked if there is anything else I need for the apartment. I told her no and thanked her for all she has already done. (Normally apartments here are bare, but she provided me with a fridge, a bed, some chairs, an entertainment center, and a night stand with a Tiffany style reading lamp that matches my bedspread!) I explained I will move in when I am more situated because as of now, my luggage hasn't come with things I would need to live there. She said tomorrow she will go to the apartment and leave some things she thinks I will need.
Then suddenly church began and we scurried to our seats. I was happy when Lourdes came and sat with me. The band has gotten really good. They played a lot of music I already know, but they sing the words in Spanish. I noticed how much my Spanish has improved when we were singing. There was only one word I had to ask Lourdes the meaning. This trip is much easier in that way. My comprehension has improved a lot. In fact, Jairo spoke of me in church and said that I know bastante (quite a bit of) Español, which was a nice compliment. He also went on to say that I have been a good example of a missionary, keeping a positive attitude about my lost suitcases. He explained to the church that I really had nothing but the clothes on my back when I came, which is biblically very missional, and that I have been praying and knowing that if God wants me to have my luggage, I will have it. I was able to really feel God's presence in church, which has been hard sometimes in the past when I am so busy trying to understand the language. It was nice. There was also a baby blessing.
Then I got to talk with Anna Jimenez and meet her baby, Guillermo David. He is a little shy and didn't really like me, but he is very cute. I have been waiting to meet him for a long time. Anna suggested some places where I can buy used clothes as well as things for my apartment.
Lourdes and Jairo were to leave on their vacation after church. Since I have not gotten a SIM card for Honduras (US phone services don't work here) it was decided that I would be best off staying with Lourdes' sister, Belinda and her kids. At first I wondered how we would fit in the house, but as usual, there is plenty of space.
After church Lourdes announced excitedly that I will be going to a baby shower with Belinda. My head was pounding, I was exhausted, and I can't stand baby showers on a good day. I told Lourdes that I hate baby showers. (Later I wished I had used genltler words.) She said Belinda has the cutest game to play. I said I hate baby shower games. She said maybe this is because I have never had a baby and it bothers me to see these things. I told her no, if I did have a baby I would not want games at my baby shower because I think the games are stupid. (Clearly, this was one of my lowest points so far. But at that moment I could not imagine myself sitting with a bunch of ladies giggling and playing in Spanish.) I remember last time I was here, Karla and Karina were shocked because I didn't want to go to a baby shower with them. I don't even like baby showers for my own friends. (Sorry friends.) Anyway, I ended up staying home with Belinda's boys. We ate lunch and I laid down to make a list of every single thing that is lost in my luggage, but I didn't get too far with that because I quickly fell asleep.
When I woke up I felt much better. I got to play with Belinda's two boys who are so sweet! They like to practice their English with me. The oldest, Daniel, loves electronics, so he was thrilled with my iPod and computer. He even liked messing with my phone, though it has no service yet. He did a good job as the man of the house while his mother was gone.
Andres, who is 8, is so cute and funny I instantly fell in love with him. Both boys are so helpful and kind. We had a nice, restful afternoon together. By the time Belinda came home, I was feeling much better.
I helped with dinner, then we watched a movie and I had a good night's rest. My headache disappeared after the nap and I was able to enjoy the rest of the day.
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| The band getting ready |
At first it was a little uncomfortable. Karla and Jose are away for the week, so I had nobody to hang around with before church began. I took some pictures of the band warming up. Bismar introduced me to his mother, which I felt was an honor. I also met my landlord, Leonor, who greeted me in English. I didn't realize she is the mother of Josselyn's friends. I paid my first month's rent, so I'm official! She asked if there is anything else I need for the apartment. I told her no and thanked her for all she has already done. (Normally apartments here are bare, but she provided me with a fridge, a bed, some chairs, an entertainment center, and a night stand with a Tiffany style reading lamp that matches my bedspread!) I explained I will move in when I am more situated because as of now, my luggage hasn't come with things I would need to live there. She said tomorrow she will go to the apartment and leave some things she thinks I will need.
Then suddenly church began and we scurried to our seats. I was happy when Lourdes came and sat with me. The band has gotten really good. They played a lot of music I already know, but they sing the words in Spanish. I noticed how much my Spanish has improved when we were singing. There was only one word I had to ask Lourdes the meaning. This trip is much easier in that way. My comprehension has improved a lot. In fact, Jairo spoke of me in church and said that I know bastante (quite a bit of) Español, which was a nice compliment. He also went on to say that I have been a good example of a missionary, keeping a positive attitude about my lost suitcases. He explained to the church that I really had nothing but the clothes on my back when I came, which is biblically very missional, and that I have been praying and knowing that if God wants me to have my luggage, I will have it. I was able to really feel God's presence in church, which has been hard sometimes in the past when I am so busy trying to understand the language. It was nice. There was also a baby blessing.
Then I got to talk with Anna Jimenez and meet her baby, Guillermo David. He is a little shy and didn't really like me, but he is very cute. I have been waiting to meet him for a long time. Anna suggested some places where I can buy used clothes as well as things for my apartment.
Lourdes and Jairo were to leave on their vacation after church. Since I have not gotten a SIM card for Honduras (US phone services don't work here) it was decided that I would be best off staying with Lourdes' sister, Belinda and her kids. At first I wondered how we would fit in the house, but as usual, there is plenty of space.
After church Lourdes announced excitedly that I will be going to a baby shower with Belinda. My head was pounding, I was exhausted, and I can't stand baby showers on a good day. I told Lourdes that I hate baby showers. (Later I wished I had used genltler words.) She said Belinda has the cutest game to play. I said I hate baby shower games. She said maybe this is because I have never had a baby and it bothers me to see these things. I told her no, if I did have a baby I would not want games at my baby shower because I think the games are stupid. (Clearly, this was one of my lowest points so far. But at that moment I could not imagine myself sitting with a bunch of ladies giggling and playing in Spanish.) I remember last time I was here, Karla and Karina were shocked because I didn't want to go to a baby shower with them. I don't even like baby showers for my own friends. (Sorry friends.) Anyway, I ended up staying home with Belinda's boys. We ate lunch and I laid down to make a list of every single thing that is lost in my luggage, but I didn't get too far with that because I quickly fell asleep.
When I woke up I felt much better. I got to play with Belinda's two boys who are so sweet! They like to practice their English with me. The oldest, Daniel, loves electronics, so he was thrilled with my iPod and computer. He even liked messing with my phone, though it has no service yet. He did a good job as the man of the house while his mother was gone.
Andres, who is 8, is so cute and funny I instantly fell in love with him. Both boys are so helpful and kind. We had a nice, restful afternoon together. By the time Belinda came home, I was feeling much better.
I helped with dinner, then we watched a movie and I had a good night's rest. My headache disappeared after the nap and I was able to enjoy the rest of the day.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Olancho
This morning we woke up early, at 5:15, to drive to Olancho and pick up the boys who are on scholarship at a private school there. I am learning that in the Sarmiento family nobody gets very much sleep. They are busy from early in the morning until late at night. However, they always make time to check in with me and see how I'm doing.
I have been to Olancho once before. Karla's family lives there. We visited the last time I was here. However, as Jairo points out every time we are in the car, these days things are very different. In Tegucigalpa that is usually followed by a story of rape, kidnapping or shooting and he points out the corner where it happened as we pass by. But on the way to Olancho it was about the "narcos", the people trafficking drugs from South America to the US. He said wait and see - the roads change when we get to a narco's house.
First we stopped at a Menonite bakery, had breakfast, and got some treats "for Lourdes" which we snacked on throughout the day. Most of them did make it home, but I didn't see Lourdes eat any. My favorite was a sort of peanut brittle made with sugar cane, so the brittle part just melted in my mouth. Yumm. Many things about this day reminded me of my father. The peanut brittle was one.
We passed a guy carrying an iguana. I asked why the guy was carrying an iguana. Jairo said he must have killed it to make soup.
We passed a lot of forrest fires which have now filled the valley of Tegucigalpa with a deep haze. There were kids trying to earn money by standing in the road, then madly shoveling dirt to fill in potholes every time a car came by. I thought it creative. Jairo thought it a road hazard. We passed through a small village - a few houses on the side of the road - which Jairo said belonged to the father of the former president. They were typical shacks, nothing very nice. Jairo said that the former president, Mel Zelaya, who was pulled out of bed in his pajamas because he refused to leave office when I visited 2 years ago, prided himself on being revolutionary. However, his father had killed many, many revolutionary people. Jairo showed me where Zelaya's father buried people known to be revolutionary in a well, placed explosives inside and blew them up.
Further along the road changed. There was the typical road block, which is armed with military men, at the border of Olancho. (Olancho is a state inside Honduras, just like New York is a state within the US.) After the road block the road appeared to be of cement. It was new and perfectly smooth, very unlike most of the rest of the trip. There were several farms along the way where the cows were fatter, the horses healthier, the fields more well kept. These belonged to the "narcos" or drug traffickers. It was easy to see how a plane could land on the road and pull right up the driveway, past a huge, beautiful home to a big warehouse. In fact there was even a cell tower that would be an easy guide at night for the airplanes to find the highway, although it's purpose was supposed to be for power to the local people. The contrast of the native people and the "narcos" was very apparent. The narcos are even building a church, called "Casa de Dios" or House of God which was pretty spectacular from the outside. So much money amidst such poverty.
Another new thing I saw was "jugo de caña" which is the juice of a tree. It is sweet and ferments inside whatever bottle they put it in so that it makes a nice, seasonal beverage. There were stands along the road selling all sorts of things, but at one point this was the main product. They were bottled in whatever the people could find. Mostly a lot of coke bottles. I also saw a Tilapia farm which was interesting, mostly because I have always had an interest in farm raised fish since I was a child and visited fish farms near my house. It was pretty, no cement, but all natural with many, many ponds of tilapia.
The private school the boys attend was very nice, extremely well kept and so peaceful. I am happy they can get away to such a place. Otherwise they may never have imagined this sort of life. Their living areas are much nicer than their homes. And they get three square meals. They were talking about getting used to the food there and eating their vegetables.
I was so excited to see Bismar! It took him a while to really recognize me. Probably because he never expected me to show up at his school. In the past two and 1/2 years he has grown more than a foot and changed from a boy into a young man. He earning the top grades in the school, working hard, and always the first to step forward to help. In fact as we were waiting to leave he spent his time helping the grounds keeper, while the rest of the boys joked in the car. I wandered around taking pictures and he came over to give me a little tour. He is just an amazing young man. I kept telling him how proud we are of him and his achievements at school. As he was leaving a man came up to him and put an arm around him. He told Bismar to be safe and to act in ways that always honor God. The man seemed to care very much about the boys. I'm sure he worries about taking them away from such a safe environment and sending them home to a very dangerous environment. I asked Bismar if the transition was hard. He said it is very different being in Los Pinos compared to Olancho.
I have been to Olancho once before. Karla's family lives there. We visited the last time I was here. However, as Jairo points out every time we are in the car, these days things are very different. In Tegucigalpa that is usually followed by a story of rape, kidnapping or shooting and he points out the corner where it happened as we pass by. But on the way to Olancho it was about the "narcos", the people trafficking drugs from South America to the US. He said wait and see - the roads change when we get to a narco's house.
First we stopped at a Menonite bakery, had breakfast, and got some treats "for Lourdes" which we snacked on throughout the day. Most of them did make it home, but I didn't see Lourdes eat any. My favorite was a sort of peanut brittle made with sugar cane, so the brittle part just melted in my mouth. Yumm. Many things about this day reminded me of my father. The peanut brittle was one.
We passed a guy carrying an iguana. I asked why the guy was carrying an iguana. Jairo said he must have killed it to make soup.
We passed a lot of forrest fires which have now filled the valley of Tegucigalpa with a deep haze. There were kids trying to earn money by standing in the road, then madly shoveling dirt to fill in potholes every time a car came by. I thought it creative. Jairo thought it a road hazard. We passed through a small village - a few houses on the side of the road - which Jairo said belonged to the father of the former president. They were typical shacks, nothing very nice. Jairo said that the former president, Mel Zelaya, who was pulled out of bed in his pajamas because he refused to leave office when I visited 2 years ago, prided himself on being revolutionary. However, his father had killed many, many revolutionary people. Jairo showed me where Zelaya's father buried people known to be revolutionary in a well, placed explosives inside and blew them up.
Further along the road changed. There was the typical road block, which is armed with military men, at the border of Olancho. (Olancho is a state inside Honduras, just like New York is a state within the US.) After the road block the road appeared to be of cement. It was new and perfectly smooth, very unlike most of the rest of the trip. There were several farms along the way where the cows were fatter, the horses healthier, the fields more well kept. These belonged to the "narcos" or drug traffickers. It was easy to see how a plane could land on the road and pull right up the driveway, past a huge, beautiful home to a big warehouse. In fact there was even a cell tower that would be an easy guide at night for the airplanes to find the highway, although it's purpose was supposed to be for power to the local people. The contrast of the native people and the "narcos" was very apparent. The narcos are even building a church, called "Casa de Dios" or House of God which was pretty spectacular from the outside. So much money amidst such poverty.
Another new thing I saw was "jugo de caña" which is the juice of a tree. It is sweet and ferments inside whatever bottle they put it in so that it makes a nice, seasonal beverage. There were stands along the road selling all sorts of things, but at one point this was the main product. They were bottled in whatever the people could find. Mostly a lot of coke bottles. I also saw a Tilapia farm which was interesting, mostly because I have always had an interest in farm raised fish since I was a child and visited fish farms near my house. It was pretty, no cement, but all natural with many, many ponds of tilapia.
The private school the boys attend was very nice, extremely well kept and so peaceful. I am happy they can get away to such a place. Otherwise they may never have imagined this sort of life. Their living areas are much nicer than their homes. And they get three square meals. They were talking about getting used to the food there and eating their vegetables.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Lost Luggage, Lost Kitty
Today was great in some ways, hard in others. First I'll tell you the great:
I started the day with a yummy breakfast of beans, tortillas, mantequilla and the special cheese they have here, queso fresco. It was even better than I was imagining ahead of time.
The not so great is that my luggage did not come. I am worried now that it may never come.
Also I learned that my cat, Bella, ran away. She has a micro-chip and a collar, but she doesn't really like people and I am afraid she will be hard to find. I am sad and scared for her.
We are so busy, I hardly have a moment to write. Jairo and Lourdes are making great efforts to take personal time with me and check in to see how I am doing. They work so hard ALL day, it is hard to keep up with them.
Today Jairo told me I am a true missionary, like in the bible, with only the clothes on my back. It is almost true, but not fully. Lourdes' sister, Belinda, wears exactly the same size pants and everyone is pitching in to make sure I have what I need. It is hard being in a strange country with none of your personal comforts, but Lourdes explained that when we are stripped of all of our comforts we have no choice but to turn to God. It is hard to see this as good for me, but I am trying. Jairo also told me that he can see God has big plans for me. I have never known Jairo to be wrong about these things. He said that God is going to change my priorities and the outcome of my time here will be far different from what I expect. I don't think I really have any expectations. I don't know what my time here will bring. Only time will tell.
I started the day with a yummy breakfast of beans, tortillas, mantequilla and the special cheese they have here, queso fresco. It was even better than I was imagining ahead of time.
The not so great is that my luggage did not come. I am worried now that it may never come.
Also I learned that my cat, Bella, ran away. She has a micro-chip and a collar, but she doesn't really like people and I am afraid she will be hard to find. I am sad and scared for her.
We are so busy, I hardly have a moment to write. Jairo and Lourdes are making great efforts to take personal time with me and check in to see how I am doing. They work so hard ALL day, it is hard to keep up with them.
Today Jairo told me I am a true missionary, like in the bible, with only the clothes on my back. It is almost true, but not fully. Lourdes' sister, Belinda, wears exactly the same size pants and everyone is pitching in to make sure I have what I need. It is hard being in a strange country with none of your personal comforts, but Lourdes explained that when we are stripped of all of our comforts we have no choice but to turn to God. It is hard to see this as good for me, but I am trying. Jairo also told me that he can see God has big plans for me. I have never known Jairo to be wrong about these things. He said that God is going to change my priorities and the outcome of my time here will be far different from what I expect. I don't think I really have any expectations. I don't know what my time here will bring. Only time will tell.
First Days in Honduras
I need to catch up - so much has happened, and I've been so busy. No time to write. But it looks like I will have a lot of down time for the next 3 days so no excuses.
On Wednesday my flight was supposed to leave San Salvador at 1, but didn't leave until 2. Jairo and Josselyn were waiting for me at the airport. Jairo is into taking pictures on his cell phone. He took a movie of my flight landing and of me getting off the plane and pics of me waiting in immigration. He even noticed that all of the luggage had been picked up and there was none for me. I was told that it would come the next day. Four days later it seems to be permanently lost.
We went from the airport to help Walter. He was a La Colonia, a grocery store, that had taken a bunch of food that didn't sell and put it in crates by the garbage. Walter doesn't have a truck anymore, he has a tiny car, so he couldn't fit the food in his cars. As they say in Honduras there was "a monton"! It reeked of rotten garbage, and we didn't have any way to box it up so we had to put it piece by piece into Jairo's van. I was so stinky and sticky by the end and I knew I had no clothes to change into. Jairo teased me that I was already jumping into the life of a missionary, coming straight off the plane into the garbage for food.
We took it all back to the church and cleaned it up. It was lots of good stuff. Some is very practical and will be useful for the breakfast program. Some is crazy - like Perrier lemon water. But we took it all and it will get used.
Lourdes gave me cards (40!) from the kids. The cards are so cute.
That night we worked at the church until late, then ran around at 8:30 pm, trying to find a store that sold underwear for me. Finally we begged a guard to let us in and quickly ran through to the top of a 3 story store where we bought underpants - all of which later turned out to be too small.
We went home and cooked a delicious dinner of fresh Tilapia, salad, queso fresco (which I had been waiting for for years!) and more. I can't remember it all now.
The next morning we got up early for soup day at the church. This is the kids' favorite day because Lourdes makes chicken soup for the breakfast program. We had a lesson and a time of prayer, which lasted at least a half hour. Then the kids ate their soup and played. They were in heaven.
On Wednesday my flight was supposed to leave San Salvador at 1, but didn't leave until 2. Jairo and Josselyn were waiting for me at the airport. Jairo is into taking pictures on his cell phone. He took a movie of my flight landing and of me getting off the plane and pics of me waiting in immigration. He even noticed that all of the luggage had been picked up and there was none for me. I was told that it would come the next day. Four days later it seems to be permanently lost.
We went from the airport to help Walter. He was a La Colonia, a grocery store, that had taken a bunch of food that didn't sell and put it in crates by the garbage. Walter doesn't have a truck anymore, he has a tiny car, so he couldn't fit the food in his cars. As they say in Honduras there was "a monton"! It reeked of rotten garbage, and we didn't have any way to box it up so we had to put it piece by piece into Jairo's van. I was so stinky and sticky by the end and I knew I had no clothes to change into. Jairo teased me that I was already jumping into the life of a missionary, coming straight off the plane into the garbage for food.
We took it all back to the church and cleaned it up. It was lots of good stuff. Some is very practical and will be useful for the breakfast program. Some is crazy - like Perrier lemon water. But we took it all and it will get used.
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| Perrier, Juice Boxes and Cereal |
Lourdes gave me cards (40!) from the kids. The cards are so cute.
That night we worked at the church until late, then ran around at 8:30 pm, trying to find a store that sold underwear for me. Finally we begged a guard to let us in and quickly ran through to the top of a 3 story store where we bought underpants - all of which later turned out to be too small.
We went home and cooked a delicious dinner of fresh Tilapia, salad, queso fresco (which I had been waiting for for years!) and more. I can't remember it all now.
The next morning we got up early for soup day at the church. This is the kids' favorite day because Lourdes makes chicken soup for the breakfast program. We had a lesson and a time of prayer, which lasted at least a half hour. Then the kids ate their soup and played. They were in heaven.
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| Lessons with the early group |
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| Washing Hands with team work |
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| Chicken Soup! |
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| Little ones |
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Soft Sheets, Hot Shower
Last night I fell asleep more easily than expected. I realize today that problem solving in Spanish is twice as exhausting than if all of this had happened in my primary language. But today I got a little giggle. I called the front desk to ask for a toothbrush and comb. When she started rattling off some reply in Spanish I asked her to speak in English please. She seemed very surprised that I needed English. So must be I'm pulling off the Spanish pretty well. The hotel does have toothbrushes and combs. My clothes, which I had washed in the sink, were dry. The shower felt great. Should have done that last night, but I was too tired to think straight.
My cousin, Carolyn, is in the Peace Corp in Guatemala. This morning she was on Facebook, so I asked her to call Jairo and tell him my flight number and SUPPOSED arrival time in Teguc. She called and gave him all of the information. I told her, "Super. Thanks." She said, "That's funny, that's exactly what he said when I gave him the info." I told her must be I am acclimating well if I am already talking just like Jairo. I wish she could come and visit me, see my apartment, meet my friends... but the Peace Corp has a travel ban for certain areas right now, so she can't. Maybe I could visit her sometime.
So Jairo has all of the info I can offer at this time. I got a good nights' sleep and a shower. Nothing to do now but wait for a shuttle to my plane, which should come in half an hour.
I must also add that my mother was very calm through all of this. I am sure she would prefer me to be in Teguc with my friends, not alone in El Salvador. But she seemed fine, which helps me feel better too.
I met an interesting man on the bus ride from the airport to the hotel last night. He was from Belgium, but now lives in Nicaragua. He said he has heard that Coapan is the most beautiful place in Central America, but he said Nicaragua is safest, least touristy, and has the nicest people. I would like to see Coapan. He said that about six years ago he worked on the water system in Tegucigalpa. He said there were many problems with the water system, but the biggest was that gangs would not let the companies operate without paying them off, and the companies refused to pay.
This quote was at the top of my journal last night. I liked it and thought it fitting:
"What we feel, think and do this moment influences both our present and the future in ways we may never know. Begin. Start right where you are. Consider your possibilities and find inspiration...to add more meaning and zest to your life." - Alexandra Stoddard
My cousin, Carolyn, is in the Peace Corp in Guatemala. This morning she was on Facebook, so I asked her to call Jairo and tell him my flight number and SUPPOSED arrival time in Teguc. She called and gave him all of the information. I told her, "Super. Thanks." She said, "That's funny, that's exactly what he said when I gave him the info." I told her must be I am acclimating well if I am already talking just like Jairo. I wish she could come and visit me, see my apartment, meet my friends... but the Peace Corp has a travel ban for certain areas right now, so she can't. Maybe I could visit her sometime.
So Jairo has all of the info I can offer at this time. I got a good nights' sleep and a shower. Nothing to do now but wait for a shuttle to my plane, which should come in half an hour.
I must also add that my mother was very calm through all of this. I am sure she would prefer me to be in Teguc with my friends, not alone in El Salvador. But she seemed fine, which helps me feel better too.
I met an interesting man on the bus ride from the airport to the hotel last night. He was from Belgium, but now lives in Nicaragua. He said he has heard that Coapan is the most beautiful place in Central America, but he said Nicaragua is safest, least touristy, and has the nicest people. I would like to see Coapan. He said that about six years ago he worked on the water system in Tegucigalpa. He said there were many problems with the water system, but the biggest was that gangs would not let the companies operate without paying them off, and the companies refused to pay.
This quote was at the top of my journal last night. I liked it and thought it fitting:
"What we feel, think and do this moment influences both our present and the future in ways we may never know. Begin. Start right where you are. Consider your possibilities and find inspiration...to add more meaning and zest to your life." - Alexandra Stoddard
The Lone Gringa
I was supposed to be in Honduras by now. But instead, as my new friend Rachel said, I am on an adventure. At least I'm trying to see it that way. As I wash my underwear and shirt in the sink and soak my contacts in a dish of water it's not so easy to put a positive spin on this. Plus my luggage is missing.
Everything was pretty uneventful until I got to El Salvador. Of course there was mad scurrying in Phoenix to figure out how to get an extra 9 pounds of luggage into the plane - the answer was to stuff it inside my pillow case. I slept on the first two connections with my pillowcase full of shoes and books.
In Houston there was only one other obvious Gringo on the plane. Everyone else was speaking only Spanish. In El Salvador I was definitely the only Gringa left. They didn't even translate messages anymore, which made it more difficult when, as we were taxiing for take off, they suddenly turned around said something about "conditions". That's really all I caught - and the fact that we were headed back to the airport. The woman next to me asked me when they had said, so apparently it wasn't very clear to even the Spanish speakers.
We got all of our personal belongings and were told to wait for 15 minutes. I knew that was too good to be true, so I begged a phone from a nice lady and called Jairo to warn him I was running late. Then they said the plan was fixed - (HURRAY!) but the flight crew was over their allotted flight time and could not fly the plane. Since the airport was closed there was nobody else who could fly us either. They told us there is an 8 a.m. flight tomorrow, but it's full. Not sure why they even told us that. Then they said they are arranging for a whole new plane to come and take us to Honduras. In the meantime we will get dinner at Hotel Intercontinental, and a free room, as well as a $200 voucher.
All of that is great except that in my scurrying to arrange my luggage I brought nothing I would need for this situation. Yes people, I had a carry-on and a pillowcase full of stuff, but no deodorant, contact lens solution, clean clothes, etc... Let this be a lesson to you as well, I am now in one of the nicest hotels I will probably ever experience, but I don't have the things I need to fully enjoy it. And you should also know that when you ask for sleeping pills "pills for sleeping" in Spanish, you get a very strange look and almost a lecture from the man at the front desk about the fact that the hotel does not sell "street drugs".
Had to fill out an immigration form that asked for my occupation. Initially my head was blank until finally I realized that officially now I am a missionary. CRAZY!!!
Saw a cool volcano as we flew over El Salvador. The sunset was gorgeous. I kept thinking the thing I was most nervous about is my language skills. Nothing like getting thrown into the fire. Figuring out what was going on was tough. And I keep getting caught off guard - like calling the front desk to ask for contact lens solution, then realizing I have no idea how to say "contact lens solution" in Spanish. So I asked for a something to clean my eyes. He said he'd be right up with a towel. I said no! A liquid to clean my eyes and again he said he would send it to me in a minute. Nothing ever came, so I went down and asked in person. They don't have contact lense solution, or sleeping pills, or free internet, or deodorant. But they do have soft sheets, a cushy mattress, a flat screen tv as wide as the bed (but I'm not turning it on because I've heard enough Spanish for the day) and good food with servers who were really top notch.
I will try to sleep in tomorrow. Hopefully, my next entry will be from Honduras!
Buenas noches desde San Salvador.
Everything was pretty uneventful until I got to El Salvador. Of course there was mad scurrying in Phoenix to figure out how to get an extra 9 pounds of luggage into the plane - the answer was to stuff it inside my pillow case. I slept on the first two connections with my pillowcase full of shoes and books.
In Houston there was only one other obvious Gringo on the plane. Everyone else was speaking only Spanish. In El Salvador I was definitely the only Gringa left. They didn't even translate messages anymore, which made it more difficult when, as we were taxiing for take off, they suddenly turned around said something about "conditions". That's really all I caught - and the fact that we were headed back to the airport. The woman next to me asked me when they had said, so apparently it wasn't very clear to even the Spanish speakers.
We got all of our personal belongings and were told to wait for 15 minutes. I knew that was too good to be true, so I begged a phone from a nice lady and called Jairo to warn him I was running late. Then they said the plan was fixed - (HURRAY!) but the flight crew was over their allotted flight time and could not fly the plane. Since the airport was closed there was nobody else who could fly us either. They told us there is an 8 a.m. flight tomorrow, but it's full. Not sure why they even told us that. Then they said they are arranging for a whole new plane to come and take us to Honduras. In the meantime we will get dinner at Hotel Intercontinental, and a free room, as well as a $200 voucher.
All of that is great except that in my scurrying to arrange my luggage I brought nothing I would need for this situation. Yes people, I had a carry-on and a pillowcase full of stuff, but no deodorant, contact lens solution, clean clothes, etc... Let this be a lesson to you as well, I am now in one of the nicest hotels I will probably ever experience, but I don't have the things I need to fully enjoy it. And you should also know that when you ask for sleeping pills "pills for sleeping" in Spanish, you get a very strange look and almost a lecture from the man at the front desk about the fact that the hotel does not sell "street drugs".
Had to fill out an immigration form that asked for my occupation. Initially my head was blank until finally I realized that officially now I am a missionary. CRAZY!!!
Saw a cool volcano as we flew over El Salvador. The sunset was gorgeous. I kept thinking the thing I was most nervous about is my language skills. Nothing like getting thrown into the fire. Figuring out what was going on was tough. And I keep getting caught off guard - like calling the front desk to ask for contact lens solution, then realizing I have no idea how to say "contact lens solution" in Spanish. So I asked for a something to clean my eyes. He said he'd be right up with a towel. I said no! A liquid to clean my eyes and again he said he would send it to me in a minute. Nothing ever came, so I went down and asked in person. They don't have contact lense solution, or sleeping pills, or free internet, or deodorant. But they do have soft sheets, a cushy mattress, a flat screen tv as wide as the bed (but I'm not turning it on because I've heard enough Spanish for the day) and good food with servers who were really top notch.
I will try to sleep in tomorrow. Hopefully, my next entry will be from Honduras!
Buenas noches desde San Salvador.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Phase Two
I have now begun "Phase Two" of my move to Honduras. So far it's great. I slept last night better than I've slept in weeks.
This is a good time to acknowledge and thank everyone who helped me get out of my little house in Salt Lake. (Oh, how I loved that house.) Thank you, in reverse order from your time of assistance to:
Jody O., Jody O, Jody O., Robin, Heather, Steve & Jody O., Frank Strickland, Kasey Kocherscheidt, Jenna Murphy, Laura Strickland (phone support), Sandrine (phone support and hugs), Frank and Abby. It felt a little hectic, but we got it done! Everyone was a lot of help, but Frank was a life saver.
Yesterday I pulled out of Salt Lake with both kitties, all of my gear for Telluride Bluegrass Festival in June, and (I hope) everything I need for Honduras. The cats and I made the 11 hour trek from SLC to Scottsdale without incident. The cats were perfect, which eases my mind for the 10 hour flight if/when they move to Honduras. The drive was GORGEOUS. I had never explored Utah below I-70. It was beautiful, as were the canyons and lakes in Northern Arizona. I stopped and took a few pictures but they didn't do it justice so I won't post them. It did hit me about 20 minutes outside of Salt Lake that I am now a homeless woman with two cats. But friends assure me that is only a fact according to the postal service. Still, for the first time I had the thought, "What in the world am I doing? I have no job, no home, and two cats to take care of! This is crazy!!!" And then I remembered that God calls us to do crazy things and it all became relative. (I recognize that many people are in far worse situations, but most of them didn't purposely choose those situations.)
Last night we arrived at Hoke's house at 10 pm. He will keep the cats for the next 3 months. It has now been almost 24 hours and Bella remains in hiding under the entertainment center. I wouldn't be surprised if she stays there the whole 3 months. Jetty is the opposite. She loves Hoke's dog, growls at his roommate's cat and has already taken over the house. In fact as soon as we pulled in the driveway last night Jetty began to purr. Too bad she couldn't share some of her joy and fearless sense of adventure with Bella.
I had an amazing night's sleep and woke up refreshed and excited. My flight to Honduras is just close enough that it doesn't feel too far away, but far enough that I still have plenty of time to wrap up loose ends. Today I lounged by the pool, sunbathing and finalizing flight details. I had some quality prayer time, then ran errands. My body is craving exercise. I haven't worked out in two days. Did some research and I think I can get into pilates classes here on Saturday and Monday. That would be great.
Matt said the boys at work - wait, I don't work there anymore - the boys at my previous job have been asking about me. That feels nice. And it makes me feel a little guilty that I don't miss them. Working with sex offenders for almost 5 years is difficult. BUT the point is, now I am here. In Scottsdale. Waiting to fly to Honduras. And it feels GRRRREAT!
People have asked about how they can donate. I am still only about half funded and can really use your support. One time donations are very helpful and completely appreciated, but if I am not fully funded with monthly donations I will not be able to stay in Honduras past this initial three months. Here's the link:
https://worldoutreach.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=117
Just click on my name (Fager, Mary Lynn) and select the monthly or one time gift option.
Thanks for reading!
This is a good time to acknowledge and thank everyone who helped me get out of my little house in Salt Lake. (Oh, how I loved that house.) Thank you, in reverse order from your time of assistance to:
Jody O., Jody O, Jody O., Robin, Heather, Steve & Jody O., Frank Strickland, Kasey Kocherscheidt, Jenna Murphy, Laura Strickland (phone support), Sandrine (phone support and hugs), Frank and Abby. It felt a little hectic, but we got it done! Everyone was a lot of help, but Frank was a life saver.
Yesterday I pulled out of Salt Lake with both kitties, all of my gear for Telluride Bluegrass Festival in June, and (I hope) everything I need for Honduras. The cats and I made the 11 hour trek from SLC to Scottsdale without incident. The cats were perfect, which eases my mind for the 10 hour flight if/when they move to Honduras. The drive was GORGEOUS. I had never explored Utah below I-70. It was beautiful, as were the canyons and lakes in Northern Arizona. I stopped and took a few pictures but they didn't do it justice so I won't post them. It did hit me about 20 minutes outside of Salt Lake that I am now a homeless woman with two cats. But friends assure me that is only a fact according to the postal service. Still, for the first time I had the thought, "What in the world am I doing? I have no job, no home, and two cats to take care of! This is crazy!!!" And then I remembered that God calls us to do crazy things and it all became relative. (I recognize that many people are in far worse situations, but most of them didn't purposely choose those situations.)
Last night we arrived at Hoke's house at 10 pm. He will keep the cats for the next 3 months. It has now been almost 24 hours and Bella remains in hiding under the entertainment center. I wouldn't be surprised if she stays there the whole 3 months. Jetty is the opposite. She loves Hoke's dog, growls at his roommate's cat and has already taken over the house. In fact as soon as we pulled in the driveway last night Jetty began to purr. Too bad she couldn't share some of her joy and fearless sense of adventure with Bella.
I had an amazing night's sleep and woke up refreshed and excited. My flight to Honduras is just close enough that it doesn't feel too far away, but far enough that I still have plenty of time to wrap up loose ends. Today I lounged by the pool, sunbathing and finalizing flight details. I had some quality prayer time, then ran errands. My body is craving exercise. I haven't worked out in two days. Did some research and I think I can get into pilates classes here on Saturday and Monday. That would be great.
Matt said the boys at work - wait, I don't work there anymore - the boys at my previous job have been asking about me. That feels nice. And it makes me feel a little guilty that I don't miss them. Working with sex offenders for almost 5 years is difficult. BUT the point is, now I am here. In Scottsdale. Waiting to fly to Honduras. And it feels GRRRREAT!
People have asked about how they can donate. I am still only about half funded and can really use your support. One time donations are very helpful and completely appreciated, but if I am not fully funded with monthly donations I will not be able to stay in Honduras past this initial three months. Here's the link:
https://worldoutreach.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=117
Just click on my name (Fager, Mary Lynn) and select the monthly or one time gift option.
Thanks for reading!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
One week from today...
The first round of good byes went well. I cried at the dentist, but did not cry at work. Pretty sure it freaked out the dentist a little when tears started flowing in the midst of his cleaning. He got me a tissue and I said I was going to miss my boys. He asked, "How many boys do you have?" and I sobbed back, "TWELVE". Don't think he was expecting that answer, but he didn't ask any questions. I guess when you live in Salt Lake and someone is sobbing about 12 boys you just nod your head and move along. He didn't though. He gave me a hug.
At work the boys shared poetry and letters they had written. It was so nice, and even completely appropriate. No strange innuendos or anything. Matt bought 2 cakes, one for the boys and one for staff and we had quite a party. Members of administration even wrote special things in a card for me. I felt really special and appreciated.
Since then I have been "packing", which really means not packing at all. I've spent a lot of time at the Dr's office, running all sorts of errands, forwarding all of my accounts to my mother's house, and all kinds of things I never thought about when I defined moving. It is a real pain in the neck, and has kept me from actually packing the house, so I feel behind and stressed out. But I think I'm doing a good job handling the stress. I've been going to the gym and doing pilates almost every day. I've been trying to eat healthy food when I do eat, because I'm either voracious or have no appetite.
Today my friend Abby came over and helped me actually pack - meaning put things in boxes. We got a lot done together and I was SO grateful for her help. Others have offered help, but I was so behind I didn't even know what to ask them to do. Anyway, Abby was awesome. I am grateful that God brought us together. She used to be my basement neighbor until last week when she and her husband moved out. Who else would move their own house one week, and then repeatedly offer to help you move the next? Abby.
I have a hard time saying this, and I know that some of you who read will think I've gone off deep end when you read this, but I have also been fighting against a lot of spiritual warfare lately. It was very clear on Sunday at my small group and also today, when EVERYTHING went wrong in really strange ways. On Sunday it scared and disempowered me. But today I fought through and ended up on top. Got everything done despite all of the obstacles in my way. It felt great to finish the day strong, knowing the obstacles that I'd faced. Now time to shower and spend the last night in my bed. I washed my sheets just to make it extra nice and cozy. The cats were a little sketched out this evening when most of the stuff had been moved out of the house, but they have settled in well. I hope the continue to stay relaxed through this time of adjustment. One week from tonight I will be IN HONDURAS!!! Yay! I have been waiting for this for so long!
At work the boys shared poetry and letters they had written. It was so nice, and even completely appropriate. No strange innuendos or anything. Matt bought 2 cakes, one for the boys and one for staff and we had quite a party. Members of administration even wrote special things in a card for me. I felt really special and appreciated.
Since then I have been "packing", which really means not packing at all. I've spent a lot of time at the Dr's office, running all sorts of errands, forwarding all of my accounts to my mother's house, and all kinds of things I never thought about when I defined moving. It is a real pain in the neck, and has kept me from actually packing the house, so I feel behind and stressed out. But I think I'm doing a good job handling the stress. I've been going to the gym and doing pilates almost every day. I've been trying to eat healthy food when I do eat, because I'm either voracious or have no appetite.
Today my friend Abby came over and helped me actually pack - meaning put things in boxes. We got a lot done together and I was SO grateful for her help. Others have offered help, but I was so behind I didn't even know what to ask them to do. Anyway, Abby was awesome. I am grateful that God brought us together. She used to be my basement neighbor until last week when she and her husband moved out. Who else would move their own house one week, and then repeatedly offer to help you move the next? Abby.
I have a hard time saying this, and I know that some of you who read will think I've gone off deep end when you read this, but I have also been fighting against a lot of spiritual warfare lately. It was very clear on Sunday at my small group and also today, when EVERYTHING went wrong in really strange ways. On Sunday it scared and disempowered me. But today I fought through and ended up on top. Got everything done despite all of the obstacles in my way. It felt great to finish the day strong, knowing the obstacles that I'd faced. Now time to shower and spend the last night in my bed. I washed my sheets just to make it extra nice and cozy. The cats were a little sketched out this evening when most of the stuff had been moved out of the house, but they have settled in well. I hope the continue to stay relaxed through this time of adjustment. One week from tonight I will be IN HONDURAS!!! Yay! I have been waiting for this for so long!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
First Round of Goodbyes
Tomorrow is my last day of work. I thought this would be a joyous occasion. Many times I've said I never want to go back into that place again. But now that it's actually happening, I don't know how to feel.
Part of me is excited. This signifies a big step toward being a missionary. I was talking to Matt tonight about the fact that it's easier for me to put my physical well-being into God's hands than it is for me to turn over control of my finances. Co-workers keep asking if I'm scared to move to Honduras (per CNN, "the most dangerous region on earth" outside of active war zones). The answer, truly, is no. I'm not scared to be in Honduras. But I am scared about the fact that after tomorrow, I have very little control over my finances.
The boys are very aware of me leaving. They speak of it often. They are writing me letters (which normally would not be allowed) and planning a special night tomorrow. They seem very genuine when they say they don't want me to go and will miss me. I will miss them too. I really hope the person who takes my place cares well for them.
Part of me is excited. This signifies a big step toward being a missionary. I was talking to Matt tonight about the fact that it's easier for me to put my physical well-being into God's hands than it is for me to turn over control of my finances. Co-workers keep asking if I'm scared to move to Honduras (per CNN, "the most dangerous region on earth" outside of active war zones). The answer, truly, is no. I'm not scared to be in Honduras. But I am scared about the fact that after tomorrow, I have very little control over my finances.
The boys are very aware of me leaving. They speak of it often. They are writing me letters (which normally would not be allowed) and planning a special night tomorrow. They seem very genuine when they say they don't want me to go and will miss me. I will miss them too. I really hope the person who takes my place cares well for them.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Packing
Packing sucks. My neighbors downstairs moved out yesterday. Never thought about they way the house feels safer with them here until they were gone. They asked if they could take a picture with me before they left, which I thought was really sweet. Funny thing about the timing, all of us moving on at once. My poor landlord. I still haven't worked up the courage or made the time to go see her. I know I'll regret it if I don't.
Had my first commissioning at church this morning. Was up all night with a HORRIBLE headache. Between that and the time change I barely got any sleep, but I guess it went well.
I've been feeling really alone lately. One good friend is out of the country, so she is excused, but others aren't returning my calls. Makes me sad. Someone said that friends are pulling away because I'm leaving. Sorry. That's not an excuse in my book. Either we are there for each other or we're not. Right now I feel most people are not. I'm afraid to ask for favors (like help moving) because I already feel rejected. My boss/friend, Matt, has offered to help. Hope it's more than him and me. I may only have one useful arm by that day.
Tomorrow I'm going to get an MRI to see if I need shoulder surgery before I go. Praying that I don't. Did the eye Dr. thing Friday. Did you know you can get contacts that work as bifocals? I didn't. But now I do because I have them. And my opthamologist told me if anyone in Honduras needs eye care I should contact him. He said if he can't come, he belongs to a group who will send someone. I plan to take him up on that offer if the need is there!
As I go through all of the stuff in this house I realize how much crap I have that I don't need. Kind of disgusting, the excess. Who needs 29 coffee cups? I don't even drink coffee. So far I have 4 garbage bags of clothes to give away and more that I threw away. Crazy. Missing the days when everything I owned fit in the back of my pick up truck. Most of the cupboards are bare now, but there is still a LOT to do. I am praying that the dye for the MRI tomorrow doesn't leave me as incapacitated as others say it will.
Been chatting with friends in Honduras. So nice to talk to them again. I love hearing Lourdes' voice on the phone. And Karla has left messages. She still talks so fast I have to listen to them three times to fully understand what she says.
My nephew, Jack, went skiing at a resort for the first time today. My brother called to tell me about it. Apparently Jack has already developed a love for skiing. Bob said he yelled "Wheeee!" all the way down. Pretty awesome for a 3 year old. Wish I could have been there. But even now, living here in the states, I miss out on so much with my nephews. I don't think it will be any worse when I am in Honduras.
Today, while I was at church for the commissioning, someone asked if I was sad. It really caught me off guard. First I wondered if I looked sad for some reason. Then I just stood, perplexed, and said, "No, I'm really excited." She said, "Oh, I thought since it's your last week at K2 you might be sad." I told her honestly, I hadn't even thought that far ahead. And next week is actually my last week at K2. I think I will probably feel sad then. But mostly excited. I have spent years now thinking of my church in Honduras and the people there. Sunday is the one day that I can picture them and what they are doing. I miss my Honduran friends most on Sundays. I wonder if I one day will miss my K2 friends most on Sundays. I think so.
Had my first commissioning at church this morning. Was up all night with a HORRIBLE headache. Between that and the time change I barely got any sleep, but I guess it went well.
I've been feeling really alone lately. One good friend is out of the country, so she is excused, but others aren't returning my calls. Makes me sad. Someone said that friends are pulling away because I'm leaving. Sorry. That's not an excuse in my book. Either we are there for each other or we're not. Right now I feel most people are not. I'm afraid to ask for favors (like help moving) because I already feel rejected. My boss/friend, Matt, has offered to help. Hope it's more than him and me. I may only have one useful arm by that day.
Tomorrow I'm going to get an MRI to see if I need shoulder surgery before I go. Praying that I don't. Did the eye Dr. thing Friday. Did you know you can get contacts that work as bifocals? I didn't. But now I do because I have them. And my opthamologist told me if anyone in Honduras needs eye care I should contact him. He said if he can't come, he belongs to a group who will send someone. I plan to take him up on that offer if the need is there!
As I go through all of the stuff in this house I realize how much crap I have that I don't need. Kind of disgusting, the excess. Who needs 29 coffee cups? I don't even drink coffee. So far I have 4 garbage bags of clothes to give away and more that I threw away. Crazy. Missing the days when everything I owned fit in the back of my pick up truck. Most of the cupboards are bare now, but there is still a LOT to do. I am praying that the dye for the MRI tomorrow doesn't leave me as incapacitated as others say it will.
Been chatting with friends in Honduras. So nice to talk to them again. I love hearing Lourdes' voice on the phone. And Karla has left messages. She still talks so fast I have to listen to them three times to fully understand what she says.
My nephew, Jack, went skiing at a resort for the first time today. My brother called to tell me about it. Apparently Jack has already developed a love for skiing. Bob said he yelled "Wheeee!" all the way down. Pretty awesome for a 3 year old. Wish I could have been there. But even now, living here in the states, I miss out on so much with my nephews. I don't think it will be any worse when I am in Honduras.
Today, while I was at church for the commissioning, someone asked if I was sad. It really caught me off guard. First I wondered if I looked sad for some reason. Then I just stood, perplexed, and said, "No, I'm really excited." She said, "Oh, I thought since it's your last week at K2 you might be sad." I told her honestly, I hadn't even thought that far ahead. And next week is actually my last week at K2. I think I will probably feel sad then. But mostly excited. I have spent years now thinking of my church in Honduras and the people there. Sunday is the one day that I can picture them and what they are doing. I miss my Honduran friends most on Sundays. I wonder if I one day will miss my K2 friends most on Sundays. I think so.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Less puking, more praying
Just made the conscious realization that with each step of this process - the email from Lourdes, booking the flight, giving my notice, waiting to hear about housing - I have spent the first 24 hours in a panic and feeling sick to my stomach. Then, after I panic and can't sleep and drive myself into a frenzy, I FINALLY realize that God is in control and I need to hand over the control to Him. Now that I am conscious of this, I need to hand over the control faster and skip the whole panic/nauseous stage. Might be a lifetime process, but it's a goal worth the effort!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The first day of the rest of my life...
Today is Thursday, March 1, 2012. It is not an exaggeration to say that today feels like the first day of the rest of my life.
I BOUGHT THE TICKET FOR HONDURAS!!! I gave my 2 weeks' notice at work. I froze my membership at the gym. And hardest of all, I called my awesome landlord to say I won't be living here anymore. That part sucked. I am not fully funded yet, but I have faith I will get there.
Today work felt awesome. Even when they were being annoying, I realized that soon I will no longer be spending the majority of my life with these crazy boys. It made me appreciate them more. I'll miss my boss, Matt. We worked together for four years. At a job like ours, it's so nice to work with someone you can really rely on and trust. Nurses, custodians, even the CEO are all happy for me. They've been hearing me talk about moving to Honduras for over 2 years. Now it is finally happening!
Got appointments lined up for the next two weeks with my Dr, Dentists, Opthomalogist, and even an orthopedic surgeon. Sure hope my shoulder doesn't need surgery. Cause in my new life I won't have health insurance. Health insurance in a Gringo thing.
I've started to think in Spanish again, which feels nice. It's like my brain is anticipating the upcoming change. I can't wait to see the apartment Karla has picked out for me. I can't wait for my first church service at La Iglesia en Transformación. I can't wait to be ON THE PLANE, flying away to my new life.
Don't get me wrong. My life here in the states is wonderful. I am so blessed with friends, opportunity, my family, and a beautiful home in a GORGEOUS place. But this isn't everything that I am supposed to be. I can't wait to get back to Honduras and feel fully alive again. To feel like I am really me, being true to myself. Right now I feel like I am doing my best to make the most of each day, but it's not quite. right. Soon it will be right again. I'm going back to Honduras!!!! Yay!!!!!!
I BOUGHT THE TICKET FOR HONDURAS!!! I gave my 2 weeks' notice at work. I froze my membership at the gym. And hardest of all, I called my awesome landlord to say I won't be living here anymore. That part sucked. I am not fully funded yet, but I have faith I will get there.
Today work felt awesome. Even when they were being annoying, I realized that soon I will no longer be spending the majority of my life with these crazy boys. It made me appreciate them more. I'll miss my boss, Matt. We worked together for four years. At a job like ours, it's so nice to work with someone you can really rely on and trust. Nurses, custodians, even the CEO are all happy for me. They've been hearing me talk about moving to Honduras for over 2 years. Now it is finally happening!
Got appointments lined up for the next two weeks with my Dr, Dentists, Opthomalogist, and even an orthopedic surgeon. Sure hope my shoulder doesn't need surgery. Cause in my new life I won't have health insurance. Health insurance in a Gringo thing.
I've started to think in Spanish again, which feels nice. It's like my brain is anticipating the upcoming change. I can't wait to see the apartment Karla has picked out for me. I can't wait for my first church service at La Iglesia en Transformación. I can't wait to be ON THE PLANE, flying away to my new life.
Don't get me wrong. My life here in the states is wonderful. I am so blessed with friends, opportunity, my family, and a beautiful home in a GORGEOUS place. But this isn't everything that I am supposed to be. I can't wait to get back to Honduras and feel fully alive again. To feel like I am really me, being true to myself. Right now I feel like I am doing my best to make the most of each day, but it's not quite. right. Soon it will be right again. I'm going back to Honduras!!!! Yay!!!!!!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Years in the making
Tonight I had small group. I may only have 3 more small groups before I leave if plans work out the way I am thinking. I have asked for prayer because I think it makes sense to go to Honduras for 90 days, then come back to the US. It serves several purposes: I can go to Telluride with Bob and his family; I can come back and do more fund raising with a fresh perspective, new photos and new stories; I can find a house while I am there, then have a place for me and my cats to move into when I return; and I can get my passport stamped, which I will have to do every 90 days anyway.
One of my small group members said 90 days is a good amount of time for me to get a feel for things down there. We agreed, the first month in a new place is fun, but after the second or third month things can start to get old. She said she thought I would get frustrated over the lack of running water. I told her the lack of running water has never bothered me and reminded her that I lived outdoors year round, doing wilderness therapy before she met me. I told her about standing in the snow and bathing with a coffee can of water. She laughed and said once again, she is amazed at all of the ways God has prepared me to serve in Honduras. In Honduras I will NEVER have to stand in the snow and wash myself with one coffee can of water. I'll have the luxury of a bathroom!
My life in Honduras has really been years in the making, from Spanish classes in high school, to the close relationships I formed so naturally with Central American friends at various restaurant jobs in my 20's, to being baptized in Honduras (which went against all of my plans), then going back to Honduras to become more fluent in Spanish and realizing I was called to serve there. And so many things in between. There is no doubt where I belong. The only question is when. Right now I am praying about March 27th.
One of my small group members said 90 days is a good amount of time for me to get a feel for things down there. We agreed, the first month in a new place is fun, but after the second or third month things can start to get old. She said she thought I would get frustrated over the lack of running water. I told her the lack of running water has never bothered me and reminded her that I lived outdoors year round, doing wilderness therapy before she met me. I told her about standing in the snow and bathing with a coffee can of water. She laughed and said once again, she is amazed at all of the ways God has prepared me to serve in Honduras. In Honduras I will NEVER have to stand in the snow and wash myself with one coffee can of water. I'll have the luxury of a bathroom!
My life in Honduras has really been years in the making, from Spanish classes in high school, to the close relationships I formed so naturally with Central American friends at various restaurant jobs in my 20's, to being baptized in Honduras (which went against all of my plans), then going back to Honduras to become more fluent in Spanish and realizing I was called to serve there. And so many things in between. There is no doubt where I belong. The only question is when. Right now I am praying about March 27th.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Water
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| Overlooking Los Pinos |
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| Kids carrying water to home |
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| The living area |
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| Bedroom |
Yesterday, as I returned from Pilates class here in Salt Lake, I dumped the tap water from my water bottle onto the ground. That small action really made me think.
When I move to Honduras, most of the families I will serve do not have running water. If a home does have running water, the city controls when the water is turned on. The last time I lived in Honduras we had running water from about 11pm until 6am every 3rd night. Usually. We stored that water in huge garbage cans to use later. The water was not safe to drink. I saw a little squirmy amoeba-like thing in it once, so I never looked at it closely again. It comes in one temperature - cold.
Kids from the Breakfast Program I will serve always ask for the left over milk cartons. They fill the milk cartons with water to take home for dishes or bathing. I have visited some of the childrens' homes. The first home I ever visited kept their water in a bathtub. However, chickens had access to the same bathtub. Let's suffice it to say, the water was not clean. Most other homes had garbage cans outside to catch rain water for bathing or cleaning.
A home in Los Pinos (the community I will serve) is usually one room, sectioned off with a sheet between the sleeping and living space. It has a dirt floor. The walls are random pieces of wood. When it rains, the rain can easily blow through the walls. A piece of tin is set on top of the walls and held in place with heavy rocks to make a roof. Cooking happens outside in a designated area. I never asked where a person relieves themselves. After visiting those homes I understood better why I often saw people urinating along the side of the road. Why walk home and urinate near your house when there is no bathroom there?
Lourdes and Jairo have called several times. Lourdes said she needs me "urgently", but she wants me to move in God's time. She is currently feeding at least 65 kids on a daily basis and really needs help. I will tell you more specifics about that later. For today, water was on my mind.
When I move to Honduras, most of the families I will serve do not have running water. If a home does have running water, the city controls when the water is turned on. The last time I lived in Honduras we had running water from about 11pm until 6am every 3rd night. Usually. We stored that water in huge garbage cans to use later. The water was not safe to drink. I saw a little squirmy amoeba-like thing in it once, so I never looked at it closely again. It comes in one temperature - cold.
Kids from the Breakfast Program I will serve always ask for the left over milk cartons. They fill the milk cartons with water to take home for dishes or bathing. I have visited some of the childrens' homes. The first home I ever visited kept their water in a bathtub. However, chickens had access to the same bathtub. Let's suffice it to say, the water was not clean. Most other homes had garbage cans outside to catch rain water for bathing or cleaning.
A home in Los Pinos (the community I will serve) is usually one room, sectioned off with a sheet between the sleeping and living space. It has a dirt floor. The walls are random pieces of wood. When it rains, the rain can easily blow through the walls. A piece of tin is set on top of the walls and held in place with heavy rocks to make a roof. Cooking happens outside in a designated area. I never asked where a person relieves themselves. After visiting those homes I understood better why I often saw people urinating along the side of the road. Why walk home and urinate near your house when there is no bathroom there?
Lourdes and Jairo have called several times. Lourdes said she needs me "urgently", but she wants me to move in God's time. She is currently feeding at least 65 kids on a daily basis and really needs help. I will tell you more specifics about that later. For today, water was on my mind.
So for now, I will continue to appreciate my fresh smelling clothes, which I washed in a washing machine and dried in a dryer. I will enjoy pilates classes in a studio more extravagant than most homes in Honduras. I will bask in a hot shower after class and be grateful for the way it eases my sore muscles. I will drink tap water and not complain that it doesn't taste the same as bottled. Finally, I will NOT dump tap water onto the ground again. It just doesn't feel right anymore.
Many people have asked how fund raising is going. On March 1st I will receive a statement from World Outreach Ministries, the people who are handling my finances. I'll update you after I have more specific information. To those of you who are supporting me financially, I appreciate it more than words can say. Every penny helps. However, I must reach my goal in monthly donations before I can leave. You can contribute by clicking on this link and finding my name (Fager, Mary Lynn).
https://worldoutreach.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=117
Thank you for helping me follow my calling. I can't wait to be writing to you with awesome stories from my new home in Honduras!
https://worldoutreach.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=117
Thank you for helping me follow my calling. I can't wait to be writing to you with awesome stories from my new home in Honduras!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
(Almost) A Year Later
A lot has happened in the past year. But in some ways not much has changed. My baby nephew, Joey, was born 10 weeks early. He is now a healthy, beautiful one year old. My mother moved from Illinois to Littleton, CO to be closer to her grandsons.
I am still in Utah.
I began fundraising last April to move to Honduras. What started out feeling like a productive, easy process, came to a halt in May. There were a few rough and confusing months over the summer. However, during that time I never lost the feeling that I was called to serve in Honduras.
Two weeks ago Jairo said it would not be a good idea for me to go. I watched a CNN Special Report entitled, "Honduras: The most dangerous region on earth" that night. Everyone seemed to agree that things have changed in Honduras and it is much more dangerous. Yet, I still felt the call to serve the people there. So I sent out an email asking for prayer. Maybe I was meant to serve from the US? Maybe it would be a matter of waiting until the country gained control over immense drug trafficking problems? I didn't know what the answer would be.
However, my prayers were answered quickly with and email from Lourdes which stated that she would like me to come "now, in this moment". She asked for a phone number so she could call me, Jairo called the next day - twice. The day after Lourdes called and we talked for almost an hour about all of the ways I can serve the church there. The biggest shock to me was that the dynamic had changed from me asking, "Please, will you allow me to come?" to them asking me, "Please will you come? We need you urgently."
Fundraising has picked up again and I am really relieved to say that finally I have my mother's blessing. For years she has been anxious about the idea of me moving to Honduras, but the recently the Lord has given her peace.
Now I'm praying about how and when to move forward. Much of it depends on finances. But Lourdes has made it very clear that while she would like me to be there as soon as possible, she also wants to be sure that this is all done in the Lord's perfect time. Many people are praying for me. We are asking God if I should go for a temporary visit, then find a place to live so I could return and move in with my 2 cats. (Yes, I will be the crazy gringa cat lady.) Or should I pack up and leave permanently all at once. So far I have not gotten a notion of God speaking to me about this. But I have faith that He is moving in my life right now. Many things have happened that are more than coincidence. So I know that He will show me the path He wants me to take.
In the meantime I am grateful for the many ways He as shown me his presence so that I know I am not alone on this journey, but I am indeed following the calling that my God has for me.
I am still in Utah.
I began fundraising last April to move to Honduras. What started out feeling like a productive, easy process, came to a halt in May. There were a few rough and confusing months over the summer. However, during that time I never lost the feeling that I was called to serve in Honduras.
Two weeks ago Jairo said it would not be a good idea for me to go. I watched a CNN Special Report entitled, "Honduras: The most dangerous region on earth" that night. Everyone seemed to agree that things have changed in Honduras and it is much more dangerous. Yet, I still felt the call to serve the people there. So I sent out an email asking for prayer. Maybe I was meant to serve from the US? Maybe it would be a matter of waiting until the country gained control over immense drug trafficking problems? I didn't know what the answer would be.
However, my prayers were answered quickly with and email from Lourdes which stated that she would like me to come "now, in this moment". She asked for a phone number so she could call me, Jairo called the next day - twice. The day after Lourdes called and we talked for almost an hour about all of the ways I can serve the church there. The biggest shock to me was that the dynamic had changed from me asking, "Please, will you allow me to come?" to them asking me, "Please will you come? We need you urgently."
Fundraising has picked up again and I am really relieved to say that finally I have my mother's blessing. For years she has been anxious about the idea of me moving to Honduras, but the recently the Lord has given her peace.
Now I'm praying about how and when to move forward. Much of it depends on finances. But Lourdes has made it very clear that while she would like me to be there as soon as possible, she also wants to be sure that this is all done in the Lord's perfect time. Many people are praying for me. We are asking God if I should go for a temporary visit, then find a place to live so I could return and move in with my 2 cats. (Yes, I will be the crazy gringa cat lady.) Or should I pack up and leave permanently all at once. So far I have not gotten a notion of God speaking to me about this. But I have faith that He is moving in my life right now. Many things have happened that are more than coincidence. So I know that He will show me the path He wants me to take.
In the meantime I am grateful for the many ways He as shown me his presence so that I know I am not alone on this journey, but I am indeed following the calling that my God has for me.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Business Cards
I made business cards today! It took hours, and lot help from Heather, but I really like them. They say "Mary Lynn Fager, Missionary". Still sounds strange to me.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I AM MOVING TO HONDURAS!
Today I had lunch with my friend, Ricci. She just finished taking an exam which will determine if she is officially an RN. She was anxious to hear the test results, which she thought she'd get tomorrow. However, in the middle of lunch her phone rang. She got a funny look on her face, and took the call. The call was to tell her she passed the exam! She explained how relieved she felt that now she could move on with her life in the path she was hoping and start looking for jobs as an RN.
I thought about how long I have been waiting, like Ricci, to take the next step in my own life. I decided as I got into my car to leave the restaurant that I would stop waiting and try to do something about it for myself. I called Robin and left her a voicemail saying that I was going to call Jairo and ask him if he had time to talk to me. I asked her to pray.
Then I called Jairo. He seemed happy to hear from me. He started explaining to me in Spanish what was going on in Honduras. I am embarrassed and disappointed to say that when he asked if I understood what he was saying, I had to say no. So he explained in English that the elders had met and talked about me moving to Honduras. In the end, they said that it was in Jairo's hands to decide if I should come. He paused before he told me his decision. I had flashbacks to the time when I asked if he would baptize me and he had told me a long story, in Spanish, then paused for what seemed like forever and answered, "How could I not?" Once again, his pause brought the answer I had been praying for. He said that he wants me to come to Honduras, as a missionary. He wants to be clear that I am serving La Iglesia en Transformación, and not another church. He wants to know if I go anywhere, and who I am going with - for safety reasons. I will sign an agreement about these things.
I cried. I was so excited. I tried to call my mother, but she is driving from Illinois to Florida and never uses her cell phone. Then I tried to call my brother, but he didn't answer. I left another voicemail for Robin, and for my friend Lynne. Then I called Sandrine and finally got ahold of a live person.
At first I had no apprehension. Now I've started to wonder how to move forward. But I am feeling very close to God and I know He will show me the way.
I thought about how long I have been waiting, like Ricci, to take the next step in my own life. I decided as I got into my car to leave the restaurant that I would stop waiting and try to do something about it for myself. I called Robin and left her a voicemail saying that I was going to call Jairo and ask him if he had time to talk to me. I asked her to pray.
Then I called Jairo. He seemed happy to hear from me. He started explaining to me in Spanish what was going on in Honduras. I am embarrassed and disappointed to say that when he asked if I understood what he was saying, I had to say no. So he explained in English that the elders had met and talked about me moving to Honduras. In the end, they said that it was in Jairo's hands to decide if I should come. He paused before he told me his decision. I had flashbacks to the time when I asked if he would baptize me and he had told me a long story, in Spanish, then paused for what seemed like forever and answered, "How could I not?" Once again, his pause brought the answer I had been praying for. He said that he wants me to come to Honduras, as a missionary. He wants to be clear that I am serving La Iglesia en Transformación, and not another church. He wants to know if I go anywhere, and who I am going with - for safety reasons. I will sign an agreement about these things.
I cried. I was so excited. I tried to call my mother, but she is driving from Illinois to Florida and never uses her cell phone. Then I tried to call my brother, but he didn't answer. I left another voicemail for Robin, and for my friend Lynne. Then I called Sandrine and finally got ahold of a live person.
At first I had no apprehension. Now I've started to wonder how to move forward. But I am feeling very close to God and I know He will show me the way.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Theophostic Prayer Ministry
Today I started practicum for Theophostic Prayer Ministry. The session was very successful and they said I did a great job. I felt I had done well too. But in the end, God is in control. I am just the facilitator. So I guess the point is that I was a good facilitator today. Can't wait to practice some more and get really good at it. I am very excited.
Thursday is my second Spanish class.
Bob and Dina announced that they will have their second baby in April. In December they will learn the sex of the baby.
Also I booked a flight to Costa Rica for a family wedding in January. Mom paid for it as a gift for me. Lots of great things to look forward to!
Thursday is my second Spanish class.
Bob and Dina announced that they will have their second baby in April. In December they will learn the sex of the baby.
Also I booked a flight to Costa Rica for a family wedding in January. Mom paid for it as a gift for me. Lots of great things to look forward to!
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