I'm tired of being sick! Every morning I wake up thinking today will be different, but a few hours into the day I'm exhausted. Almost everyone is sick - Lourdes, Jairo, the Moms and the kids at the breakfast program. I was thinking I have never seen a flu spread like this, but it makes sense. I don't wash my hands as often. People always greet with a hug and cheek kiss. There's no hot water to kill germs. Of course the flu spreads like wildfire.
Friday night I went to bed early and slept late Saturday morning, then hung out in my bed most of the day. I've been watching tv in Spanish. The only thing I don't understand is some of the news. I made a huge dinner, so big I couldn't eat it all. Then I received a call from Jairo inviting me for dinner at his house to say good bye to Kim, Jovi, and Pat. Karla and Jose came to pick me up with their daughters in the car. It was great to see them again! Dana Sopia is now three. She reminds me of Karla with her quippy little sayings. Valery seems more relaxed and calm. She and Dana are almost the same size now.
The dinner was very nice. They thanked Kim and Pat for their time and their devotion. Everyone here is also very grateful to K2, my church in the US. Some of the church elders were also there. I felt great when Jairo asked Kim to please report to K2 that I am working hard here and serving them well. He told the story about how as soon as I got off the plane I was digging through food that smelled like garbage to pack it up and bring it to the church.
There was a tremendous rainstorm that night. The lightening was amazing from the top of the mountain. It is not supposed to rain at this time of the season, but it's been raining very often at 4:30 pm. They wonder why. Many people here are talking about whether it is La Niña or the Greenhouse Effect.
Karla and Jose invited me to come home with them after church Sunday to spend the night with them. I was excited. They have a washer (and I learned after I arrived, a DRYER too!) so they let me bring all of my laundry. We had a nice dinner after church, then napped for a few hours. We ate dinner, watched movies, and I went to bed. Just like old times. Dana Sophia and Valery seemed to be comfortable with me right away. Jose and I wondered if they remember me from when I lived with them. Doubtful, but it certainly felt that way.
Their house is up in the mountains behind the church. Next time I have to take pictures. For a North American, I think it is almost impossible to imagine. It is very interesting because the houses there are all so different. There is extreme poverty with no modern amenities, side by side with a home like Karla and Jose's. For example, their neighbors have 2 houses. One is a normal Honduran home of cement with a back patio and washing machine. Next door, the mother of that family lives in a place that looks uninhabited. There are boards over the windows, an outhouse, and I saw her cooking her dinner outside with a stone oven and oper fire. On the road to Karla's house I saw an outhouse with no walls, only posters strung together. Suffice it to say, it did not cover things very thoroughly. You don't want to know the details. This morning Karla and I walked down the mountain to catch the bus. The road is steep and rocky, with sections washed out from hard rains. Karla did the walk in high heels. I was nervous is flip flops. As we walked I took in all of these strange contradictions. Some people live like folks in the city and some live in falling down shacks. I observe with interest and try hard to imagine what life is like for them. Are they content? Do they wish they could have what the others have? On your way to work today, were you passed by a boy riding bareback on a horse? I was.
There were lots of kids at the breakfast program today. Almost 50 in the morning group. Lourdes was home, sick with the cold flu. I got there early and got things ready with some of the older girls. We finished early. The girls asked if I would practice self defense with them so we had some time to really work on the details. They had clearly been practicing and had improved over the weekend. They love it! It's fun to see them doing something constructive and having fun with it. We end every self defense move with "CORRE!" (RUN!). They even practiced that part.
I wish I could live in the mountains, like Karla and Jose, or like Lourdes and Jairo. It is so beautiful there. Especially at night, looking out over the city or across the valley to other homes on the surrounding mountains. But Jairo explained it is hard to find a property in the mountains which is secure enough for a single person. Here, in my gated community, with my 15 foot brick walls, topped with coils of barbed wire, I am safe.
Today was chilly, even down in the city. I wore a sweatshirt all day for the first time. Greys' Anatomy (Anatomia Aun Greys') and Private Practice are on tv. It will be a perfect night for sleeping.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Beautiful Children
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| Blanca Flor |
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| Kebelin |
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| Stephany, Me and Lolita |
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| Lolita and Stephany |
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| Viviana |
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| Angelica |
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| Kebelin |
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| Blanca Flor |
Spectacular Day!
The breakfast program today was extra special because the kids are in exam week, so they all can come at the same time. Therefore, we were able to have a big group with all of them. We prayed, they shared special words with Kim and Pat, since this is their last day at the breakfast program. Then we gave out shoes, socks and undergarments. We also talked to the teenagers about dating (or in this case, NOT dating until they are older).
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| New Shoes! |
After the group was over, we had breakfast. Last week the older girls said they would like to learn self defense. For them, this is more important than we in the US can imagine. Every week I hear of kidnappings and rape and it is happening to people within the church. I was so excited to have God use me in another way I never expected. I took karate for 10 years and can teach the girls self defense!
First we talked about the fact that this is serious, we will only practice together. We will not use what we know to hurt someone unless we are being attacked. I also explained that the class will not always be fun because our muscles have memory and we need to do these movements until our muscles can do them with out our minds having to thing about it. That can be very boring, but it is necessary.
Then we got to work. They did extremely well. My plan is to review each move from the day before and add another move each day.
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| Some of the girls from Self Defense class |
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| These girls are FIERCE! |
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| Holds and Grabs
After the classes I had to say goodbye to Bismar. He was here for the week to heal his stomach. He still is only feeling a little better. The original plan was for us to accompany Bismar back to his school and say hello to the other boys there, but there is too much fighting on the roads on the way there, so it is not safe. We prayed over Bismar, for his safety and for his stomach. I gave him a Spanish version of Dr. Suess' The Places You'll Go. I told him how special he is and that I know he will do amazing things. I really love that boy.
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Monday, April 16, 2012
Wow, I didn't realize how long it's been. I'm tired, so I'll catch you up quickly.
Friday Jairo and I arrived at the breakfast program with the smell of something DELICIOUS in the air. The girls were making pancakes. I think I ate about 8 of them (we had leftovers) with watermelon, which is in season right now. The teenagers have been so helpful with Lourdes gone. She would be proud of all of the kids.
Lourdes went to the doctor in the afternoon on Friday. Saturday when they came to pick me up for the airport, she told she she has fibromyalgia. I knew that was not good, but she just told me she will require a different lifestyle with a lot more rest. She is very relieved to know what is wrong. Now she has a name to put with all of the terrible symptoms she's been having. That part is definitely a relief.
We picked up Kim Fahrenkrog and her daughter Jovi, with their friend Pat, at the airport. Then we went to the church to empty out the 3 of the 4 suitcases they brought, which were full of vitamins and socks, and more socks and more vitamins, as well as lots of other good stuff. We went to a cool restaurant for lunch, sat out on a big balcony and filled up on pupusas, then went back to the church for the girls' youth group. The girls are between 12-14 yrs old and are working hard at memorizing the bible. We also donned party hats, sang and had chocolate birthday cake for their teacher. I let them know that my birthday is in November and I would like the same cake - moist chocolate, with a mousse-like frosting and strawberries on top. Yummy!
Sunday we went to church. It was my favorite service so far. My Spanish has improved enough that I don't have to work as hard to understand, which is nice, and it was about Psalm 139 which is one of my favorites. I could really feel God's presence in church intensely that day. Jairo talked about Josue being so sick, near death, and how his parents must feel. He talked about the healthy boy that was just playing the trumpet for the church band last week and is now unconscious in ICU. But God is clearly healing Josue. Jairo also spoke about taking God's hand and holding on as tightly as we choose. Unlike a mother, when holding her child's hand to cross the road and holds on tight, God holds on only as tightly as we allow. And we can follow in the path he has for us, or wander away.
After church I was invited to attend the equivalent of a small group here. It was great! It was at my friend Evelin Michelle's parent's home. Their home is absolutely incredible. There is really no way to describe it. It is a hodge podge of old architecture which has a ton of character and it's way up in the mountains near the rainforest, so it has incredible gardens. They let me pick my own grapefruit! I was so excited! The food was very traditional and so good - a sort of stew with beef and sausage, platanos, green bananas, and yucca. We also had birthday cake for the 3rd time since I got here. I timed it right to catch a lot of birthday celebrations! The meeting time was beautiful. Even with three gringos present, the members opened up and shared of themselves for the group. Afterward we broke into prayer groups. That was pretty intense, but I liked it. I didn't have to pray out loud, although I would have if asked. Praying aloud in Spanish would have been a new step for me. Evenlin Michelle's family also had a spare tv, which I discovered while watching the sunset from their second story loft. They let me borrow it since I have free cable in my house. On the way home we received a phone call that Josue is no longer in a coma. He is talking and asking to go home, but in reality he is still very sick in ICU.
Last night I watched the news for the first time in almost a month. I was so disappointed to see that, once again, my country has embarrassed itself. I was hopeful that the summit of the Americas could bring about some change in the horrible problems that drug trafficking is causing in Honduras. But instead it seems that everyone was distracted by the 11 secret service men who were sent home and 5 others who were "grounded" (whatever that means) after they allegedly refusing to pay a prostitute and she caused a big fuss.
Today we went to the breakfast program where we served rice, veggies and hot dogs. The kids played board games and colored in coloring books from Pat, Jovi and Kim. They were so happy to have Lourdes back with them again! She taught a lesson, had a time of prayer, and kept things organized. One of the kids' mothers did the cooking today. I spent played with the kids and acted as lunch monitor, making sure dishes got washed and kids were well behaved. Afterward I checked my email and learned that I may not be able to return to Honduras as planned when I go back to get my passport stamped. I am still $600 short of the minimum I need to live here. Unless I am able to raise $600 in monthly donations I will not be able to return. That was a depressing thought which controlled my mind for several hours after reading the email update from my home office in the US.
This afternoon we rested at the church, reading and talking, after the kids left. A thunderstorm rolled in. Aaron went to the Dr for a stomach ache. (He will be fine.) Lourdes napped. Then Jairo invited me to his home for a prayer group with the elders of the church for Lourdes. Although I think they wouldn't mind, I don't have permission to share about that. All I will say for now is that it was an honor to have been invited, and it was an incredible experience. God filled every nook and cranny of that home tonight.
Afterward we had Chinese food, which seems to be what everyone eats if they aren't eating Honduran food. I had 2 plates, then rode home with Karla and Jose. They said they will spend time with me this weekend. Karla will finish her "licensia" in psychology - our equivalent of a bachelor's degree - in September. After this semester she only has 2 more classes. Jose is going to school to be a high school teacher! I didn't even know that. He said it is fairly new. I am excited for both of them.
Friday Jairo and I arrived at the breakfast program with the smell of something DELICIOUS in the air. The girls were making pancakes. I think I ate about 8 of them (we had leftovers) with watermelon, which is in season right now. The teenagers have been so helpful with Lourdes gone. She would be proud of all of the kids.
Lourdes went to the doctor in the afternoon on Friday. Saturday when they came to pick me up for the airport, she told she she has fibromyalgia. I knew that was not good, but she just told me she will require a different lifestyle with a lot more rest. She is very relieved to know what is wrong. Now she has a name to put with all of the terrible symptoms she's been having. That part is definitely a relief.
We picked up Kim Fahrenkrog and her daughter Jovi, with their friend Pat, at the airport. Then we went to the church to empty out the 3 of the 4 suitcases they brought, which were full of vitamins and socks, and more socks and more vitamins, as well as lots of other good stuff. We went to a cool restaurant for lunch, sat out on a big balcony and filled up on pupusas, then went back to the church for the girls' youth group. The girls are between 12-14 yrs old and are working hard at memorizing the bible. We also donned party hats, sang and had chocolate birthday cake for their teacher. I let them know that my birthday is in November and I would like the same cake - moist chocolate, with a mousse-like frosting and strawberries on top. Yummy!
Sunday we went to church. It was my favorite service so far. My Spanish has improved enough that I don't have to work as hard to understand, which is nice, and it was about Psalm 139 which is one of my favorites. I could really feel God's presence in church intensely that day. Jairo talked about Josue being so sick, near death, and how his parents must feel. He talked about the healthy boy that was just playing the trumpet for the church band last week and is now unconscious in ICU. But God is clearly healing Josue. Jairo also spoke about taking God's hand and holding on as tightly as we choose. Unlike a mother, when holding her child's hand to cross the road and holds on tight, God holds on only as tightly as we allow. And we can follow in the path he has for us, or wander away.
After church I was invited to attend the equivalent of a small group here. It was great! It was at my friend Evelin Michelle's parent's home. Their home is absolutely incredible. There is really no way to describe it. It is a hodge podge of old architecture which has a ton of character and it's way up in the mountains near the rainforest, so it has incredible gardens. They let me pick my own grapefruit! I was so excited! The food was very traditional and so good - a sort of stew with beef and sausage, platanos, green bananas, and yucca. We also had birthday cake for the 3rd time since I got here. I timed it right to catch a lot of birthday celebrations! The meeting time was beautiful. Even with three gringos present, the members opened up and shared of themselves for the group. Afterward we broke into prayer groups. That was pretty intense, but I liked it. I didn't have to pray out loud, although I would have if asked. Praying aloud in Spanish would have been a new step for me. Evenlin Michelle's family also had a spare tv, which I discovered while watching the sunset from their second story loft. They let me borrow it since I have free cable in my house. On the way home we received a phone call that Josue is no longer in a coma. He is talking and asking to go home, but in reality he is still very sick in ICU.
Last night I watched the news for the first time in almost a month. I was so disappointed to see that, once again, my country has embarrassed itself. I was hopeful that the summit of the Americas could bring about some change in the horrible problems that drug trafficking is causing in Honduras. But instead it seems that everyone was distracted by the 11 secret service men who were sent home and 5 others who were "grounded" (whatever that means) after they allegedly refusing to pay a prostitute and she caused a big fuss.
Today we went to the breakfast program where we served rice, veggies and hot dogs. The kids played board games and colored in coloring books from Pat, Jovi and Kim. They were so happy to have Lourdes back with them again! She taught a lesson, had a time of prayer, and kept things organized. One of the kids' mothers did the cooking today. I spent played with the kids and acted as lunch monitor, making sure dishes got washed and kids were well behaved. Afterward I checked my email and learned that I may not be able to return to Honduras as planned when I go back to get my passport stamped. I am still $600 short of the minimum I need to live here. Unless I am able to raise $600 in monthly donations I will not be able to return. That was a depressing thought which controlled my mind for several hours after reading the email update from my home office in the US.
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| Playing "Don't Drop the Monkeys" |
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| SORRY!! |
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| Blanca Flor and her drawing |
This afternoon we rested at the church, reading and talking, after the kids left. A thunderstorm rolled in. Aaron went to the Dr for a stomach ache. (He will be fine.) Lourdes napped. Then Jairo invited me to his home for a prayer group with the elders of the church for Lourdes. Although I think they wouldn't mind, I don't have permission to share about that. All I will say for now is that it was an honor to have been invited, and it was an incredible experience. God filled every nook and cranny of that home tonight.
Afterward we had Chinese food, which seems to be what everyone eats if they aren't eating Honduran food. I had 2 plates, then rode home with Karla and Jose. They said they will spend time with me this weekend. Karla will finish her "licensia" in psychology - our equivalent of a bachelor's degree - in September. After this semester she only has 2 more classes. Jose is going to school to be a high school teacher! I didn't even know that. He said it is fairly new. I am excited for both of them.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
"Espaghettis"
We stopped at my corner store, but I couldn't go in because here someone always has to wait in the car. No matter how hot or how long, if you are in public, like the mall or the grocery store, someone waits in the car. I only had to wait a minute and it wasn't hot, so it was no biggie. He came back all excited to make his spaghetti with the ingredients in his bag.
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| First melt four sticks of margarine, being sure to get every bit off the wrapper by warming it on the pan. |
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| Then Jairo's secret ingredients. And more butter. |
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| Jairo cooking "Espaghettis" for the kids at the Breakfast Program (with the stove and industrial pots from K2!) |
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| Even & "Mi Conejo" I love these two little guys! Every morning they work with Don Juan as grounds keepers to keep themselves out of trouble and to help the church. |
As we left the store I told him that I had a question for him, but since he has told me to be careful about what I say on the phone, I didn't want to call and ask last night. I told him I had seen some men at my pila yesterday. Then when I was washing my clothes I found a baggie with some white stuff in it. I asked if there is a reason to keep a baggie in a pila, or did those men leave drugs in my pila. At first he was very confused because he didn't realize how in the US drugs are sold in baggies, so I had to describe the baggie thing. Plus he was concerned there were men in my yard. But finally we realized that the men were city workers whose job it was to be sure that each pila has at least one baggie in it - because the baggie keeps away mosquitoes. There were no drugs in my pila, but we had a good laugh.
Eunice's son, Josue, had xrays yesterday which showed his lungs were completely full of fluid, so they diagnosed him with pneumonia. But today he is better so much more quickly than they expected that they have no explanation. Apparently yesterday he was almost in a coma and his kidneys were shutting down. Today he is able to urinate and his kidneys seem to be better. He is still very sick, but improving and no longer near death. This healing, which the Dr.'s cannot explain, surely glorifies God and is an example of the power of prayer!
Lourdes stayed home again today, which I know is hard for her but I am happy she is resting. The kids made cards for her. They miss her, but are very well behaved and doing fine. Jairo said she will go to the doctor tomorrow.
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| We close our eyes and pray before the meal |
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| Washing hands - youngest to oldest |
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| Three buddies enjoying "espaghettis" |
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| Uh oh! Mine's almost gone! (A talk of - Should we share? But we're not supposed to touch each other's food follows) |
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| Three cute boys |
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| Daily checkers tournament. With chess pieces. |
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Making "Get Well" cards for Lourdes  
It was a hot one out there today. And I have a strange rash on my shoulder which is irritated by the sun, so it was nice that we were able to leave early today. I ended up napping away the afternoon and waking up to a lovely thunderstorm, accompanied by the music from the choir across the street. It was a beautiful moment.
Then I went to the kitchen and found a cockroach the size of a matchbox car in my sink. Bye-bye perfect moment. I felt ill. I've been saying I need ant spray, but this takes it to a new level! For some reason when I see these things in other peoples' houses it doesn't bother me, but in my own I was frozen with fear and disgust. When I could finally move, I killed it with cleaning spray that had bleach. But then there was the nasty dead body in my sink. I am usually not a wimp when it comes to bugs, but this thing was too much for me. Finally I took a napkin, shoved it into a cup, and dumped it into the garbage. It landed with a thump - that's how big it was. (I did consider taking a picture, but I figured all of you did not need to see the disgusting thing.) Now I'm having visions of it coming back to life and crawling out of the garbage can. Oh boy. I need some super powered bug spray.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Vaya Pues
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.
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.
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.
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