Beware of spiked buses when driving in Honduras

On Sunday I told a friend that I wanted to make a special pastry to say thank you to her and her husband.  They have been really helpful in buying my car.  I asked if they like pudding or ice cream better and if he has a freezer at work, so I could drop the pastries off there.  It is now Thursday and I have been struggling all week to get those pastries made!  On Sunday night I realized I didn't have the recipe, which is strange because it was on my computer but disappeared.  Monday I spent the evening with friends.  Tuesday the power went out in the middle of making the pastries.  I took them to my landlords house to finish cooking them, but by that point instead of puffing up they shrunk so I gave them to my landlords' son.  Last night the stove turned on for a minute, then never turned on again.  The outlet works fine for other electronics, but the stove is dead.

For dinner I heated up homemade refried beans in the microwave.  They were hot, hot, hot, but let's suffice it to say that heating them forever in the microwave does not kill whatever needs to be killed when you bring them to a boil on top of the stove.  I thought I'd be okay because they were frozen until I microwaved them.  I was NOT okay.  I could have won a burping contest.  I didn't know my body could hold that much gas.  It was a new and horrible experience.  Disgusting, but not painful.  It literally gave me nightmares.

I am starting to understand on a small scale how Walter and Jairo must feel.  This week I have been a taxista  to a few different people.  I am not saying this as a complaint.  I just have never been responsible for other people's transportation before.  It has been nice to give Marcela's Aunt a ride.  She never asks me to go a single block out of my way - although I would.  She has been so caring for the past 6 months that it feels great to be able to give back to her in this manner.  Plus it's nice to have someone to open and close the porton (huge metal gate) so I don't have to get out of the car and do it myself.  I always worry that the emergency brake is going to slip or that somehow someone will figure out a way to steal the car while I'm locking/unlocking the gate.

Yesterday I visited Lourdes for a few hours.  It was really nice to sit and chat with nobody else around and no place to go.  I told her I was going to bring Tapioca pudding for Jairo (his favorite!), but then my stove died, so I had to cook it at their house.  Jairo was resting, but she said he is getting better every day.  I told her all of the kids are doing really well at the Breakfast Program.  A few more have been coming this week.  We are getting near 50 kids every day instead of mid 30's.  They are having fun and being good.  She said she feels really blessed because she has complete peace about leaving them with me.  We talked about how the Breakfast Program will always be her baby, even if I am the one who is there.

I told Lourdes I did see one of the girls trying to test my limits.  Lourdes gave me advise as to how I should handle it - be firm, but don't crack down on her yet unless she tries something else.  Today she was good, so we had a perfect day.  The older kids have now learned 4 new verses by heart.  Even the 4 year olds know 1 or 2 of the four verses.  I am proud of them.  One boy (Chirstian (Conejo)) learns so quickly!  He only needs to hear things once or twice and he retains them.  Samir and Bryon work really hard at the memorization too.  We have fun with it so it's not a chore for them.  The girls are not as strong in their memorization.  They are insecure about it.  Maybe because the boys are amazingly quick.  Or maybe because many of them prefer to whisper and giggle.

I am still feeling out my freedom.  Since I have a broken stove, I dropped it off to see if it can be fixed by my landlord who is an electrical engineer.  (Thank God, or I would still be without power since Tuesday.  The transformer box out on the street melted, but nobody can come fix it until Sunday.  He hooked up my power somehow until they come to fix it.)  I spent this afternoon running around the city going to stores to check prices on stoves.  Walmart doesn't have a gas stove.  Since I think this one was ruined from a power surge (Eunice said the news has been warning about power surges) I'd rather get a gas stove and not have to worry about power surges.  Plus I can still cook when the power goes out, which it does often, especially in the rainy season.  Everyone agrees gas is best.  So I shopped around.  Missed an exit once and had to figure out how to get back to where I was going, but it ended up fine.  I was in a good part of town.  I did go to a store which is located a few blocks into a bad part of town.  Eunice was against it, but I knew exactly where I was going because I had been there before and Walter said it was fine, so I went.  I was a little pensive, but the worst part was crossing the road in heavy traffic.  Otherwise it was very uneventful.  I did notice a LOT of military trucks today.  Many, many more than usual.  I miss my conversations with Jairo about those things.  He would have been very interested to see all of those military trucks moving about.

I learned that a decent stove here costs about $500.  I could get a used stove made in Mexico or Costa Rica for $250, but the brackets that support the pots over the flame are so flimsy they would collapse if I tried to boil a pot of water on top of them.  I'm thinking if something that obvious is poorly made, the stove is probably not a good investment overall.  Normally I am not one to care about brand names, but I think I'll stick to something I've heard of when buying a stove in Honduras.

I've been meaning to write about the scariest part of driving here.  I no longer worry about the steep corner where I have to come to a complete stop with stick shift.  That is old news.  I purposely let my car roll back a few times if someone is behind me at that corner so they give me some space, then look carefully for the blind spot and watch out for the huge hole that follows the turn.  That corner is not such a big deal anymore.  It is the buses that really freak me out!  They have spikes instead of hub caps so if they come too close to you they rip the side of your car apart!  It's like in cartoons or action movies.  I have never seen anything like this before in real life.  To think I have been riding around here for a year and never noticed those insane spikes sticking out of the bus wheels seems implausible.  Now that I am driving and I have to avoid them it feels like those spikes are everywhere, waiting to tear into the side of my car.  It gives me a heart attack when they pass me on the mountain roads.  The streets are so narrow I just hold my breath and drive as close to the ditch as I dare.  I don't know if I will ever get used to the spikes.  I will have someone take a picture so you can see these spikes.  But I wanted to write about it before I forgot again.  Beware of buses when driving in Honduras!

Jairo got through surgery fine

Jairo had his gall bladder out today.  Lourdes called while I was praying with the kids.  Normally I never have my phone with me, but today it was in my pocket so they all got to say hello to her.  They memorized scripture and had a good group.  Lourdes told us that Jairo made it through the surgery fine.

The girls had a lot of English homework.  We stayed a little later than normal at the church because they needed help.  My new English student came to me with a sad face this afternoon saying he can't come to class anymore because he got a job.  I was very happy for him, but he was really disappointed that he won't be able to continue English classes.  Getting a job is a really big deal when the unemployment rate is 48%.

I had a bunch of errands to run this afternoon.  It is still a huge relief that I don't have to rely on others when I need to get something done.  I even got to help out my landlord.  Her car wouldn't start tonight and she was almost late for a concert.  She called and asked if I could run them over to the school.  I was happy to help them out.  They do so much for me, it was nice to be able to do something for them.

Lourdes will be at home caring for Jairo at least for this week.  Belinda had to go to her son's school for a Mother's Day celebration today.  She came to the church looking beautiful after the party at the school.  We had a nice conversation.  Then she received a phone call that her other son was sick so she had to leave again.  Everything went very well.  It was just Marlin, Jacky and me.  We had no problems at all.

I stopped and made copies of my keys.  There are lots of makeshift places that sell key in Honduras.  People just bring a machine and the rack of blank keys and set up wherever they want.  This guy was on a bench on the side of the road.  Don Juan recommended him.  It was funny, there I was on the side of the road at the key place and I saw two people I know!  A lot of people were waiting in line for keys (strange, I know).  None of them had people walk up and start talking to them, but I did!

One of my friends invited me to hang out one of these Saturdays now that I have a car and can come into the city.  She said she and another friend from church have been planning to have a get together with me soon.  I told her I would love to hang out with them!

Mothers Day in Honduras

Last night my landlords' family and I were invited to Carlos' brother's house for dinner.  Carlos and his brother bought this property together, then divided it when they got married and built houses for their families.  It seems to work out great this way.  We can look out for each other and Carlos' mom lives in his brother's house so they can visit often.

Man did we have a feast!  Our appetizer was enchiladas, which are different than in the US.  They are served on fried tortillas, open faced.  Those were delicious so I had to have five.  Then we snacked on pieces of ham and cheese while sipping non-alcoholic wine in fancy wine glasses.  Soon we decided it was time for dinner.  We had pork chops and herbs wrapped in bacon with rice and cranberry jelly, like what we eat for Thanksgiving in the states.  I had made cookies, but we didn't even get to them because Hermida made 2 pies.  One was lemon pie and one was 2 cans of condensed milk beaten with cream cheese.  She insisted we try one piece of each and they were great together - one sour, one very sweet so they balanced each other.  My stomach was crammed when I left.  I could barely finish the last bites of pie.

Carlos' mother is awesome.  I love her.  She is in her mid-80's.  She is in great shape mentally and physically, though she is hard of hearing.  Sometimes rather than looking around to see if anyone is talking she announces things in a very loud voice.  Usually they are nice things like saying that my Spanish was very good, or that I am a part of the family now.  (That felt awesome!)  Sometimes she says some really hilarious things too.  You know, the things everyone is thinking but nobody says out loud?  Yeah.  She says those things sometimes.  Loudly.  Everyone tries not to laugh, but we do.

Yesterday the family exchanged Mother's Day cards.  She asked us to read them to her.  I read one.  Carlos read another.  I was wishing desperately that I had a camera.  As Carlos read the card from himself and his wife to his mother, she put her forehead down on the table and closed her eyes, like she was completely soaking in every word.  It was beautiful.

She likes to tell stories about the past and her best friend named Gwendolyn (a North American name she points out) from third grade.  When guests are around she likes to say the prayer that Gwendolyn taught her 80 years ago.  She still remembers every word and with a little encouragement (mostly for show) she leads the family in prayer before we eat.  Mita (grandma) never lacks in appetite or opinion.  I think it is a blessing that I am accepted by her.

Last night I didn't sleep very well and woke up with a headache and sore throat, but that disappeared with some ibuprofen.  Must have been the sparkling juice.  ;~P    I contemplated not going to church, but knew I couldn't miss Mother's Day.  When I got there Chema put me in charge of the roses for the mothers.  Except that he kept changing how they were to be dispersed.  Finally everything fell into place.  We decided that many of the kids were too young to take a flower to their mothers, so I got to hand out flowers to some of my favorite mothers.  I started with Marlin, giving her the rose, and a big hug and "Felicidades".  "Felicidades" is like congratulations but is used on birthdays, holidays or any happy occasion so it's a little different.  Then there was Lourdes' Mom and Lourdes and Chayito and some of the moms from Los Pinos.  I don't know how many moms I hugged, but it was great.  I didn't get to hug my own Mom today, but I got to honor a lot of other moms instead.  One lady was not thrilled about being hugged, but I hugged her anyway.  I didn't want to treat one different from all of the rest.  Hugging here is a common manner of greeting, so I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary.

As I hugged my way through the line of mothers I thought about how much I have changed in the past 6 months.  Six months ago I would not have loved going down the line of ladies and wishing them a happy Mother's Day.  I wouldn't have felt honored to be able to give them each a rose and a hug.  I would have done it, but only because I was asked, and not with the joy that I felt today.  I love how God has changed my heart and opened me up for relationships in a new way.  For the first time in my life I am putting effort into making friends and deepening relationships.  It was scary at first, but now it is very rewarding.

Mothers in front while Samuel prays over them

Mothers during prayer

Flower girls

After church I gave all of the ladies in my discipleship group bags of my homemade chocolate chip cookies.  The church served Chinese food, a staple of every Honduran diet.  Moms were served first, then kids and finally fathers.  Outside the church up on the hill was a woman who is mentally ill.  Her son grew up in the Breakfast Program.  Lourdes got him the opportunity to attend the private boarding school in Olancho, so he is there now.  But his mother was outside the gates with her hair knotted into dreadlocks and a baby doll in her arms.  She kept yelling down for food.  I told Lourdes that she was up there and asked if I could take her a plate of rice.  Lourdes said please do, so I did.  But then the lady got upset because I didn't serve her doll.  She told me the doll was hungry.  I didn't know what to say.  It was sad.  Some of the boys started asking how many months old the doll was and she answered them seriously.  I gave them a stern look and they followed me back to the church.  I can't imagine how her son must feel to see his mother in that condition.  Sometimes she is in worse.  I am glad he is away at school where he doesn't have to see this any more.

After church I started making eclairs, but realized I hadn't boiled my beans for the day.  If you don't boil beans every day they go rancid.  My stove can't operate the stove-top and the oven at the same time, so I had to stop the eclairs and boil the beans.  It was the first time I have made beans since I bought a blender.  Wow!  So much easier than mashing them with a cup!  What a luxury!

After calling my Mom to wish her a happy Mother's Day I was late for my second Mother's Day dinner - this one for Hermida's family.  Her family is huge but I know most of them now.  One was visiting from Costa Rica and a few came from Tegus who normally don't visit.  We had rice with seafood and a nice salad.  Then we had two more deserts!  I think I gained 10 pounds this weekend.  Nobody can say that I am too thin anymore.  I am starting to get chunky!  I've been exercising but that only goes so far when you eat two deserts with each meal.

We laughed and gabbed and took pictures.  It was a nice time.  I left Jetty downstairs while I was gone, thinking that she would go upstairs on her own, but she didn't until I came back.  She seems to really like hanging out downstairs.  The running joke is that it will take her another 6 months for her to learn to go down the spiral staircase, but I honestly don't know if she will ever do it.

All in all it was a really nice Mother's Day.  I hope it was as enjoyable for all of the mothers involved as it was for me.  I like celebrating Mother's Day in Honduras.

Happy Mother's Day to me!

After 6 living in this house for 6 months, today Jetty finally climbed the spiral staircase on her own.  I have been carrying her downstairs when I cook or am going to spend time down there, but usually she spends all of her time upstairs which is pretty small and not very stimulating for her.

This morning I did three loads of laundry, made re-fried beans, and baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies 6 at a time because that is what will fit in my oven.  Jetty hung out downstairs the whole time.  A few times I found her half way up the spiral staircase, but she wouldn't go any further.  She likes to be able to see either the bottom or the top.  I grabbed her bowl of food and set it in the middle, then sat down with her like I have a million times as we have been working on this for six months.  This time was a little different.  She rubbed her whiskers on the railings over and over, leaving her scent.  She was purring the whole time, but she is always purring so that was not unusual.  I tried and tried to coax her to come up, but she kept retreating to the bottom.  Finally I gave up.

I was sitting upstairs in my room when suddenly I noticed she was beside me.  Usually she cries until I come down, get her and carry her back up the stairs.  At first I thought I was nuts.  Did I bring her up and not remember it?  No.  She came all by herself!  Yay!!  Now if I could get her to go downstairs on her own I won't feel so bad for her stuck in one room all of the time.  I'm thinking of this as Jetty's Mother's Day gift to me.

I have a batch of cookies cooling on the table.  ALL of my bedding washed, the railing dusted (if you could see how intricate the design is you would understand why that is a feat), and beans simmering in the crockpot.  I used more electricity today than I normally use in a month.  Not looking forward to the electric bill.

I am hoping that my next amazing blessing might be a stove - preferably gas so it still works when the power goes out.  But any stove that fits a cookie sheet and doesn't go up to 450 degrees when it's set at 350 will do.

Do you pray when you get into your car?

What a cool week!  I got tickets to go back to Salt Lake.  My friend Jody is throwing a big pool party.  Not only that, she is letting me stay at her house, borrow her car, and picking me up from the airport. What a great friend!

I am listening to bluegrass, getting ready for Telluride.  Some friends have offered to drive me there and back, which is great.  I can't wait for 10 days of camping in the mountains, hanging out with awesome friends, and listening to great music.  This is the 40th anniversary of the Telluride Bluegrass Festival, so there is an extra incredible line-up this year.  My brother and his family will be there too.  Yay!  Can't wait for time with my nephews!

Lourdes' cousin died today.  He had a collapsed lung and 2 heart attacks so he was in ICU hooked up to all sorts of machines.  The hospital said it was too expensive to keep him that way for more than 48 hours so Lourdes asked us to pray for a miracle, but God took her cousin this morning.  She took a bus with Belinda to Comoayagua for the funeral.  Here the funeral happens as soon as the autopsy is finished so it will be tonight or tomorrow morning.

Monday Jairo will have his gall bladder removed.  We are praying for an easy surgery and a quick recovery.

Yesterday one of the young men from the church asked me to teach him English.  I asked what day he wants to meet.  He said every day!  I was shocked by how much English he learned in his public school.  He was far ahead of what I had planned for the lesson and his pronunciation was seriously incredible.  He can make sounds that don't exist in Spanish, therefore most Spanish speakers cannot make them.  I was astonished.  He is fun to work with because he is eager to learn and has a natural gift.  After an hour and 1/2 I asked if he wanted to stop but he said no, keep going!

Another cool thing that happened today may seem so simple, but it was an honor.  A boy from the church who has helped me with tons of different things over the past year called and asked if I was able to buy some minutes for his phone.  I know he would NEVER normally ask unless he really needed something.  He said he will pay me Monday.  I felt so happy that he trusted me enough to ask for something he needed.  I know that was probably really hard for him.

As I was going home tonight I saw the lady who cleans the Sarmiento's house sitting by the road.  I stopped, backed up and asked if she needed a ride.  She said sure if I didn't mind going to La Tigra.  I told her I have nothing else to do.  We had a nice ride, talking and laughing.  It feels so great to be able to do things for other people now that I have a car.  Before I felt like I was always asking for favors from others.  Now I can finally give back!

There is another forest fire across the street tonight.  I thought maybe we were done with those for this season.  Guess not.

Tomorrow I am invited to a Mother's Day dinner with my landlord's brother and sister-in-law.  I love hanging out with them.  I'm bringing cookies.  We agreed we are sick of cake.  It will be fun.

I thought about something today.  Do you pray when you get into your car?  I never have before, but I sure do now.  I pray that I will get to my destination safely.  I pray that nobody will hit me and I won't hit anyone.  (People frequently cut me off and put themselves in positions where I have to swerve around them.)  Today I was nervous because I wanted to go to the store that is hard to leave because of traffic.  I prayed on the way there.  Then I sat in the store parking lot and prayed before I started the car to leave.  Then I was amazed.  There was a line of cars which stopped and let me pull straight out of the parking lot.  Cars in Honduras NEVER do that.  Then the cars literally parted and let me into the traffic circle.  It was completely bizarre.  I got around the circle and saw the line of traffic backed up and pushing to get into the circle.  They had the right of way, not I.  It should have been nearly impossible for me to inch into that circle.  But God made the way for me!  Wow.  Sometimes I am so surprised (although I shouldn't be) by the little ways God cares for me.  Not only does He keep me safe, He makes sure that I am comfortable driving in heavy Friday afternoon traffic.  He literally clears the way for me!  I don't mean to be cliché, but God is so good!

I am blessed to be in Honduras, to have great friends - both old and new, to be invited to special events, to spend every day with amazing children, to be able to teach, to live in an absolutely beautiful place, to have people who care about me and trust in me, to have all of my needs met, to be healthy and to be happy deep in my soul.  Thank you God!  I love you!

Wednesday

Lately I could start almost every post with "Today was a super good day."  Still enjoying my freedom, but not enjoying the cost of gas in Honduras.  Ugh!

This was this morning:

Nino and Jarvin link arms and make a throne for Misael

Kings of their castle

Shy Cindy

Today we had more kids at the Breakfast Program.  There were close to 40 in the morning group alone!  It was strange because kids who normally come weren't there, but a lot of the kids who used to come stopped in for a visit.  It was nice to see them.

In the afternoon I visited my new friend Kim.  We had a healthy North American style dinner - a type of bruschetta served over a portabello mushroom instead of crostini and topped with mozzarella cheese.  We got onto the topic of cooking and I said I had an extra crock pot.  Kim's was stolen when thieves broke in and stole "everything with a chord".  Turned out to be a great deal for me.  I am giving her a crock pot and they are lending me a de-humidifier.  The mold has started to grow back in my living room, so this should take care of the problem.  I was warned my electric bill will skyrocket, but I see no way around it.  Perfect timing because the rainy season is just starting.  I'm pretty excited.  Never thought a de-humidifier could be so exciting.

After dinner Kim and I had some lady time.  Four year old Tatiana tried her best to keep herself occupied, but she really wanted to hang out with us.  She is a fire cracker.  She couldn't watch Veggie Tales because the iPad was "dead as a doornail".  Kim and I had a nice conversation between Tatiana's singing and guitar playing.  Too bad her violin is broken, or we may have had more performances.

It is always fun to make a new friend, but it is especially nice when you can see God's hand bringing you together.  I have a certain level of comfort with Kim that I don't have right away with most people.  It's not because she is North American.  We just click.  We are going to meet on Wednesday nights and we have plans to go for walks on the property where she lives.  It is beautiful there!  It will be interesting to see the plans God has for our friendship.

Let's appreciate the good things!

Still enjoying the freedom of having my own car.  Lourdes said when I came to visit her a few days ago that she felt so happy as she watched me pull away in my car.  She thought about all of the new adventures that lie ahead for me and the path I took to get this car.  She said not only is she happy that I got a car so perfect for me, she is also happy for the freedom it allows me.  I can drop in and visit her or Joss, I can run errands - I am a new woman!

We are very concerned about the number of kids at the Breakfast Program.  Today there were only 36 kids and it's been about the same for 2 weeks now.  I know the kids enjoy their time at the church.  I know they like the food (and need it!).  I asked Lourdes why she thinks they stopped coming and what we can do to get them to come back.  She said that she thinks it is kind of a phase.  Right now the parents are hearing about a lot of scary things in the media and keeping the kids nearby.  She said as time passes and the frenzy dies down the kids will return.  We serve an area that is repeatedly referred to as one of the most dangerous parts of the city.  So basically our kids come from the most dangerous part of the deadliest region on earth, according to media.  I can't wait for them to come back.

I have been doing most of the lessons lately.  A tiny part of me is a little grateful that we have a smaller number of kids.  It is easier for them to sit quietly and participate in the lesson when there are less kids.  But only a tiny part of me feels that way.  99% of me is sad and misses the other 70 kids I don't get to see anymore.  I worry if they have enough food.  I worry what sort of horrible things might have happened that would cause them to be scared to come to the church.  It has been weeks and weeks since I last saw Lorenzo.  We keep telling the kids to bring their friends with them, but for some reason they don't come.  Please continue to pray.  I know the majority of these kids are malnourished if they do not eat at the Breakfast Program.

Yesterday Clara went to the hospital.  She needed to be hospitalized after a chemotherapy treatment that hit her really hard, but there are no open beds.  She spent the night sitting in a chair in the waiting room.  Lourdes talked to her and said Clara had no food and no money for food.  Lourdes sent money with one of Clara's daughters today.  Clara has been doing SO well.  I am grateful she felt so strong thus far and sad that she is sick today.  But Clara is a fighter!

On a happier note, I think the rainy season has come.  It rained again last night for most of the night and was cloudy most of the day.  The fire that started a month ago across the street on the way into the city is still burning.  Even after all of the rain over the past few days.

My truck was muddy this morning.  Don Juan doesn't like it when my truck is muddy.  He said, "Pull your truck up to these buckets after the kids leave and it will take us two seconds to clean your car.  There is a lot of water.  All you have to do is roll up your pant legs and we'll get it done."  I guess 'roll up your pant legs' is the Spanish version of 'roll up your shirt sleeves'.  He was right.  Together, we washed my truck and Jairo's in only a few minutes.  Mine was muddier because of the dirt road I travel on every day.  Don Juan said we should open a car wash business to serve the wealthy kids at Unitec - the college next door to the church.  He watched a show on The Discovery Channel about a man who owed 3 million dollars and paid it off washing cars.  Watch out!  Don Juan and I may be millionaires soon.  Except that we are not allowed on the Unitec property.  That will be our first hurdle.

Today I was reading about a friend in the states who is going through a hard time.  I could understand why she is not happy.  But sometimes we get so focused on the things that make us unhappy that we forget about all of the things we can be happy about!  I have too many things to begin to list - that in itself is amazing!  I would bet that Clara, who has been sitting in a dirty, loud, crowded, smelly hospital, without food, waiting for a bed because she is ill with a disease that can be deadly, would tell you that she is grateful for many things right at this very moment.  Let's appreciate the good things we are blessed with and not give so much power to other things that come up in life.  Who knows?  Sometimes what seems to be a bad thing, turns out to be a blessing in disguise.

Dinner at the Sarmiento's

Dessert was delicious!
Sometimes closing your eyes makes it even tastier

Memo's suit

We got our annual tropical storm on May 3rd.  The rainy season should be here soon.  In Honduras it rains every May 3rd.  Some people even save the rain as a religious thing.  The rain started about 10 pm on May 2nd and came down hard with lots of thunder and lightening for a few hours.  Then it calmed but woke me again about 2 a.m.  I knew it was a bad storm, but I didn't realize how bad until I drove to the church.  As I was going down the mountain switching radio stations heard a man speaking in a very dramatic voice about the problems in the capital city.  I wondered what in the world was going on.  Was I about to drive into some huge, violent protests?  That is the first place my mind goes when I think of problems in Tegucigalpa.

Then the man talked about all of the places that are without power, all of the streets that were closed from mudslides and walls that fell down.  The area worst hit was "La Kennedy" which is adjacent to Los Pinos.  Since the houses are poorly built on a steep mountainside they sometimes slide away with the side of the mountain.  I was grateful for my truck as I drove through the streets.  Bulldozers and backhoes were cleaning the mud out of the street and holding up traffic.  Huge rocks were in the road along with about 2 feet of mud in some places.  There was no power at the church, just as I expected after hearing the man on the radio.  This is what I saw as I pulled in:

Jose in his pj's and Memo in a suit

Yesterday Lourdes sent a suit home with one of Memo's older brothers.  She told him to tell Memo he could use it for Mother's Day which is a HUGE deal here.  This morning Memo's Mom went to work and Memo dressed himself.  (So did Jose apparently.)  Memo had on a white tee shirt and white sneakers with his blue suit.  It was awesome.  He strutted around all day, soaking in all of the compliments.

Memo strutting

Soaking up compliments from Eunice

We were able to make pancakes for the kids on the gas stove.  The power didn't come back all day.  I was happy that for once, we had power up in the mountains.  Every other person I spoke to had leaks in their roof.  One person said she slept with a bucket on her bed.  I was the only person who had no leaks in my house.  (Although Hermida and I did decide today that it would be wise if I parked in front of her house instead of in my driveway.  We are pretty sure my driveway is safe, but it is possible that land could give way in the rainy season.)

Friday was fun, and Saturday was even better.  A few weeks ago I got to know a lady from the church a little better.  She invited me to her son's birthday party in an enormous park near my house.  There were over 100 people there, maybe 200.  It was really nice!  She had a DJ, a mickey mouse piñata, games for the kids and homemade pupusas.  It was fun for all ages.

Daniel Andres with his piñata

Right next door the military were training in the park

After the party I came home and cooked.  I made a peanut butter and chocolate dessert with oreo crust, lasagna with spicy sausage, salad with dried cranberries, blue cheese, toasted pumpkin seeds, red and orange peppers and a sesame ginger dressing.  My favorite part was homemade garlic bread with basil, garlic and parmesan cheese.  Jairo thought so too.  Josselyn asked if Jairo was tired because he was eating with his eyes closed.  Jairo said no, he was closing his eyes because he was enjoying the food so much.  Everyone said they really loved it.  They knew I was nervous to cook for them so I received a lot of compliments.  Joss played some nice music and we sat and enjoyed our dinner.  Lourdes' nephew said he gave my food a 10 out of 10!  Then we moved into the kitchen for desert.  Lourdes said it was a real Gringo meal because we had desert.  In Honduras we never have desert except birthday cake.  It was a super great night.  We watched a movie which we all enjoyed - "Parental Guidance".  I recommend it for all ages.  Now I have confidence to cook for them again.  I need to make a meal for my landlords too.  They invite me over a lot.  I am looking forward to getting back into cooking.

I told Lourdes I think I am finally nesting here.  She said that she could see it too.  In the past 2 weeks I got a toaster and a blender.  Now I can finally blend my beans instead of crushing them with the side of a cup.  Lourdes was really grateful that I brought over a full meal.  The Sarmientos host people all of the time, so they said it felt nice for me to serve them.  I loved it too!

I got home at 11:15 and went straight to bed.  Hermida and I left this morning at 6:30 a.m. to go to a marathon which raised money for kids with cleft lips.  We did the 6 kilometer race but we decided to walk it.  It was cool to see all of those runners.  What a rush!  The long distance runners passed us on their way out and caught up with us as we were crossing the finish line.  In the end we were tired but happy.  I wanted to bring my camera.  There were awesome photos to be had, but it isn't safe to carry a camera on the streets.  After the race Hermida invited me for lunch at Denny's.  We each had a strawberry shake and shared a salad.  We talked for a long time.  It is nice to be doing fun things and getting to know people better.

Tomorrow back to the breakfast program.  Wonder what surprises Memo will have in store.

I am richly blessed

Do your neighbors call to check on you when there is a thunderstorm?  Mine do!  I am shocked that the power hasn't gone out yet and my modem is still working.  There is a crazy storm outside.  Jetty is not sure what to think about it, but she is fairly calm.  She keeps going to look outside the window.  Between the tin roof and the plastic sky light, it's noisy here tonight.  One of the boys washed my car today at the church, so I figured we'd get rain.

We are now averaging one church member per week who gets held up in a collectivo (shared taxi).  A man got Karla on Tuesday.  Glad I don't have to take collectivos.  Wish Eunice didn't have to - she takes 4 every day.  I don't like those odds, but I know God rides with her.

This morning I as I pulled out of the driveway I looked both ways for cars.  There were no cars, but I did see this:

Men on horses are a very normal sight in Honduras.  Even on 6 lane highways or deep in the city.  I wanted to get a better close up, but I also want to be respectful.  The man was chilling out, riding to work I would guess, in his cowboy hat.  He seemed to be enjoying the start to his day.

At the Breakfast Program I was talking to the ladies about trying to refine my rice pudding recipe with a cold yesterday.  I couldn't taste a thing.  One of them said she made rice pudding yesterday too, so I asked her recipe.  She boils the rice in water first, then adds two cups of milk, sugar and raisins.  Her friend asked how I made it.  I told her I used 7 & 1/2 cups of milk.  She asked if I boiled the rice in the milk.  I told her yes.  She said the rice absorbs all the milk that way, only rich people can do that.  She said she and her friend boil the rice in water first because they are poor.  I didn't know what to say.

(My neighbors just called again to remind me to call them if I need anything.)

It is sad that simple things like rice pudding can segregate people.  They could not imagine wasting so much milk.  I purposely made the pudding to use up my milk that has an expiration date of tomorrow, but they would never have extra milk on hand.  The lady who said I was rich didn't have anything to eat yesterday.  She came to the church today to ask for a bowl of cereal.  I don't think she meant to be rude, but it was hurtful when she said I am rich.

I think of all of those ladies as my friends, but as we watched one of the moms leave today with her four kids Lourdes said, "Wow.  Her life is hard."  Lourdes is right.  I can't comprehend what the ladies of Los Pinos' lives are like.  I have never had a day in my life where I had to go without food.  I will never tell anyone if I use 7 1/2 cups of milk in my rice pudding again.  But I can't promise that I won't make it that way again.  It's healthy for me to have milk in the house and if it is about to spoil, I may make some more rice pudding.

Lightening is crashing all around.  The kind that makes the ground shake.  I hope the rain is coming down hard enough that no fires start from the lightening.

Yesterday Lourdes called and asked me to come over and be her private secretary.  That is our little joke.  We like to work together on written things for the church and for her family.  Good things seem to be happening for the Sarmientos.  I am excited for them!

Lourdes rode home with me again today.  She gave me some more feedback that can be helpful, but was hard to hear.  What she said is true - that only God's opinion of me matters.  That I will make mistakes and I shouldn't always seek others' approval, especially in places where I should know not to expect approval.  As long as I am straight with God, I should be okay with myself.  I think that is harder when you are single and don't have a partner to bounce ideas off of.  When I make decisions, sometimes I just want someone to tell me that I am doing the right thing.  She advised me to seek harder after God, not after people in those times.

We still only had a few kids in the morning at the Breakfast Program today.  But more came in the afternoon than usual.  I know we will get a big group again.  I just don't know how or when.

From now on if someone tells me I am rich I am going to say Yes, I am.  Not financially, but I am richly blessed by God in many ways.

Don't talk to strangers

Today Lourdes didn't show up until the first group was leaving.  I hadn't prepared a lesson, but I decided to talk to the kids and ask for their ideas about how to get the other kids to come back to the Breakfast Program.  Everyone agreed that the other kids are scared to come because the streets are too dangerous.  I asked if the kids think that parents are keeping the kids from coming, or are the kids choosing not to come on their own?  Nobody seemed sure.  We discussed that we should always respect parents' decision, but that if the kids are not coming lets band together and bring them back.  The kids agreed to talk to their neighbors and ask them to walk together to the Breakfast Program.  I told them I feel very sad and I miss all of the kids who haven't been here over the past month.

Tomorrow the city will shut down and there will probably be a lot of striking.  Maybe even violence.  That is how they "celebrate" Labor Day here.  With unemployment at 48% I guess there is not much to celebrate.  The church will be closed and everyone is encouraged to stay home.

I was very independent today.  It feels good!  I stopped for cash and gas on the way to the church.  Most gas stations here are full service, to prevent theft I think.  I remembered to ask for super because everyone says regular unleaded is really poor quality and bad for your car.  I watched to be careful that he started at $0.00.  Apparently they sometimes don't and are able to pocket money for themselves this way.  I even remembered a receipt for my taxes.  Later I called the Dr and made arrangements to pick up a prescription from him, then went and got the rx, had it filled, bought a toaster, tested it in the store since stores in Honduras do not allow returns.  Tried 3 outlets before we figured out that you had to push down the lever as if there were toast in it for it to work.  Hahaha!  Bought windshield wipers.  I don't know the word for windshield wipers, but I knew they were used for "brisa" which is a light rain and they were not a "toalla" (towel), so I was pointed in the right direction.  Found two guys from a tire shop next door to help me take the old ones off and put the new ones on.  Tipped the guys from the tire shop.  (That used to be hard, I never knew what to tip.)  It took a good 15 minutes in the hot sun and four people to figure out how to get the old wipers off.  Apparently the old wipers had some special lock system.   Dealt with a guy on the phone from the car dealership who wanted my address, which is tough here since streets don't have names and houses don't have numbers so you have to tell them what landmark is near you and what your front gate looks like - that is your address.  I have gotten much better at talking on the phone.  It doesn't phase me too much anymore.

Lourdes said she is so happy for me to have my own car.  She said that I seem even happier now that I have some independence.  I can see myself taking on more and more responsibilities now.  It feels nice to be serving to more of my full potential.  I'm sure it felt good to Lourdes when she pulled in and most of the kids were washing their dishes and leaving the church.  She could see that things ran smoothly without her and the kids were still happy.  Tiny Jose even made a point to tell her that he would walk home carefully and NOT talk to any strangers.  He was paying attention in our group!  Lourdes got a kick out of that.

Pray for the safety of the kids!

This morning I picked up Belinda because Jairo was supposed to be at the Dr all day.  He showed up at the church mid-day.  I forgot to ask when he will have his surgery.

NOBODY was in the kitchen when we got there.  That was a first.  Marlin is home with a sore foot.  She was in a lot of pain Friday so we weren't surprised about that.  But nobody else showed up at all - none of the older boys, none of the Moms, only Belinda, Don Juan and me.  Belinda and I immediately said we should make cereal because that is easiest, but Don Juan insisted that we cook spaghetti.  None of us really knew how much to make or how to make it.  Don Juan was by far the most knowledgeable.  He joked that he was going to open his own restaurant after this.  He basically told us how to do it all and helped with everything.  Don Juan continues to amaze me.  He truly is a man who can do everything.

Not many kids came today.  Some of the kids didn't have school.  Others got out early.  Others have stopped coming.

We are down to about 50 kids on an average day.  I wasn't sure why until our day of prayer.  Since then I have been talking to the kids and it has been confirmed.  The kids are not coming because it is not safe to walk to the church and home again.  At least once per week the kids come running back to the church with stories about how they just saw someone trying to lure away one of our kids on the bus, or with candy - last week it was with a cell phone.  Usually an older kid steps in or the kids just run away.

We emphasize that they walk in groups, don't talk to anyone and go straight home.  Maybe the parents aren't allowing them to come to the church anymore, or maybe they don't feel safe to walk here.  Maybe both.  After hearing their prayer requests last week it seems like they only feel safe when they are inside their houses or the church.  It is so sad!  I know the majority of the kids who haven't come lately are not getting fed well at home.  They would rather go without food than risk walking to the church.  Wow.

Lourdes decided after hearing the prayer requests last week that we would put less meat in the food this week and send cans of meat home with each family so they could have some food in the home.  Don Juan is worried the kids will sell the cans of chicken.  I guess once it is out of our hands, we can only pray that it ends up in their bellies.

Please pray that somehow the kids can feel safe walking from school to the Breakfast Program and home afterward.  We know they need the meal that we provide and the refuge that the church provides for them to play safely and learn.  I haven't seen Lorenzo in weeks.  My heart hurts for the kids that are going without.  It feels like the "bad guys" have won if the kids don't feel safe to walk to the church.

I made a new friend!

I overslept and missed church.  Actually, I woke up at my usual 6 a.m., but fell back asleep.  Ended up going to CCI for the English service.  Jairo and Lourdes have been encouraging me to do that for a while.  They say I need to have North American friends.  Now that I have a car I can go!  The first person I met was actually Honduran.  It was a good service.  I enjoyed singing in English.  At the end I overheard some people describing where the live because they needed a ride home.  Turns out they live basically across the street from me.

We talked and talked on the way home.  Then they invited me in for watermelon.  Part of me thought maybe this is not a good idea because I really don't know them.  But I got a good feeling from them and they knew a lot of people at the church.  They have been missionaries for 28 years and are doing some incredible things.  They know Jairo too.  So I figured they weren't going to kidnap me.  In the end I think I made a new friend.  Her name is Kim.  We have plans to get together every Wednesday afternoon to talk and practice Theophostic Prayer Ministry.  She also invited me to a women's bible study, but it's kind of out of the way and I would have to talk to Jairo before I joined a bible study with people from another church.  I think he would be okay with it, but not sure.

It was kind of funny because I had mentioned to Marcela (my landlord's daughter) that I would be home around 6 pm.  Even though I am a grown woman I felt like I needed to check in and let her know I was fine when I didn't go straight home.  I didn't want her family to worry about me.  In the whole time I've been here I've never hung out anywhere except with people from our church.  It was strange, in a good way, to be out making friends of my own. Many of the people who go to that church service live nearby.  I may make more friends in the future, but for now it was nice to click with Kim.

Kim just moved into this house.  Her last house got broken into.  She told me a story about a 3 masked men with machetes and a gun breaking in and holding one of her daughters at gunpoint.  They ransacked the house, then left.  The same three men broke into her friend's house and held her friend at gunpoint.  Apparently they don't care if you are home or not.  Scary!

At church we prayed for rain, then came home to wet roads.  There was a little splattering of rain an hour ago, but nothing that amounts to anything.  When I left for church the land directly across the road was burning pretty hard.  After an evening of watermelon, conversation and zucchini bread, I came home to find the firemen controlling the fire.  Here they don't put out the fire, the get it under control and then leave.

Besides praying for rain, the man prayed about the lack of joy in this city.  I thought to myself that I see some horrible things, but overall, there is never a lack of joy in my environment.  What a blessing!  The breakfast program is full of joy.  Most of the people I know are generally happy people.  We do not lack for joy around here.  During a time of prayer I really had nothing to ask God  for so I just had a time of praise.  I finally have a car and it seems like a great one.  I am happy and safe.  I have a lot of people who care about me and who include me in the things they do.  I get to work with awesome kids and great adults every day.  My family and friends are healthy.  What more could I ask for?  If my heart is not full of joy I have no one to blame but myself.

The end of a great week

Just as I was lying down to go to sleep I heard that horrible sound again.  Crackling.  I have come to dread it.  The mountain across the street is on fire again.

This has been a super great week, but the past few hours have not gone as planned.  I got all of my errands done this afternoon - grocery shopping, oil change, dropped off money I owed for my hair cut yesterday.  Came home looking forward to a grilled cheese sandwich.  Hurried to get a load of laundry in the wash while there was still time for it to dry in the sun.  But then the power went out.  The laundry was part way through the wash cycle and my stove is electric so I had a change of plans.

Actually all of this day has been about changing plans.  Belinda sent me a text at 7 a.m. asking me to pick her up an hour later.  Then I got to her house and was told she was not there, that I should go to her son's school.  We planned to get to the church at 9, but it was 10:15 by the time we got there.

I gave Wendi a present.  She is a 17 year old girl who has been coming to the Breakfast Program with her daughter every day since about January.  Today is her daughter's first birthday.  Originally I thought of doing something for the baby, but really it is Wendi who goes without.  Her daughter is always dressed nicely and well cared for. I decided to give Wendi a present.  I told her that since Breydi is only one year old, Breydi doesn't know it's her birthday, but I wanted to celebrate Wendi and what a great mother she is.  She is a good Mom.  She gets Breydi's food and feeds Breydi before she even gets a plate for herself.  She is patient and attentive.  I gave her a necklace and earrings that I won as a door prize at a conference.  She seemed to understand that I wanted to honor her for being such a great mother.

Breydi

Wendi and Breydi

After that I was kind of an errand person.  I guess that what happens when you have a car.  I had to go to the drug store, then back to get gas for the stove.  It felt like I didn't spend much time with the kids.  I had to yell at them for the first time today.  Belinda laughed at me for feeling bad about raising my voice.  She said with all they face, you yelling at them is not hard for them.  But my thought is that with all they face they shouldn't have to hear anyone yell at them.

I did have to yell though.  I did it purposefully, and not in anger.  As I pulled into the church about five of the little ones ran right in front of my car!  Jairo made a rule that everyone goes into the church when a car pulls in.  The kids always follow that rule.  I was shocked they ran in front of my car.  I laid on the horn, then pulled the car over and purposefully raised my voice and told them this is not acceptable behavior and is dangerous.  They know better and they should never, never, run in front of any car.  They stood perfectly still and listened.  When I got out of the car they came over and hugged me, so they knew where I was coming from. It was hard to yell at them.

After everyone was fed and gone, Belinda, some of the jovenes and I made gift boxes for the jovenes to take to cancer patients in the hospital tomorrow.  One of the jovenes is going to school but he sometimes doesn't have enough money for the bus.  After much discussion with Don Juan and Eunice, we decided that I would ask him if I could pay him to wash my car.  It was covered in ash from the fire yesterday.  Don Juan thought someone should wash my car for free.  I said I wanted to help the boy and it was a good way for him to get money in his pocket without it seeming like a handout.  Eunice agreed with me.

Eunice's daughter was assaulted this afternoon in a collectivo (shared taxi cab), like Chema a few weeks ago.  The weapon was very creative - a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope.  He wrapped the stethoscope around her neck and took everything she had - her phone, some money, and even her lunch.  The taxi driver was kind enough to offer her the money to take a bus home.  Eunice handled it well.  She said her daughter was very calm too.  I think I was more freaked out than they were.

Finally I headed out to do my errands.  At the grocery store I let the man behind me go ahead of me at the cash register because I had a full cart and he only had a couple things.  We chatted a little bit, which paid off later because the guy who had been trying to sell me windshield wipers in the parking lot when I went into the store had found two more buddies.  All of them were surrounding my car, pestering me as I put the groceries inside.  I didn't realize it, but the man I had spoken to in the store was parked next to me.  He waited until I was safe in my car.  Then he beeped and waved good bye. He must have seen the guys bothering me and waited to be sure I was okay.  Once again, I had to speak more firmly than I like to.  Those guys would not leave me alone until I was almost rude.  That is part of life in a big city though.  It could have been Chicago.  Only I would have been speaking firmly in English instead of Spanish.

Eunice and I had a good laugh today.  She was talking to Don Juan, saying how much my Spanish has improved.  She said (in Spanish), "She talks a lot!"  I laughed and told her she is right, I do talk a lot in English and in Spanish.  She said No! No!  She meant that I am speaking really well in Spanish.  I knew what she was saying, but it was fun to tease her.

My landlord is still outside taking care of the property at 11 p.m.  The fire across the street is still burning.  I'm glad my house is cement.

Lupe and Milagro

Jose

This is how you play "Police" in Honduras

Jarvin

Memo praying

Legos

Memo

Violet

Mainor tried out a new hairstyle

Samuel

Bible Study

Another fire on the mountain

Today was better than I ever expected.  Memo was filthy dirty, as he was yesterday, so I told him he needed to shower.  He said he did not want to go into the showers because it was too cold.  He wanted to bathe in the sun.  I handed him a towel and a bucket of water.  When I came back he had soaped up his shins and was using his fingernails to scrape away the dirt.  It was not coming off.  I grabbed some shampoo and he stood and shivered while I dumped water over his head and washed his hair.  He does not get it that if you look upward the soap doesn't get in your face, but he still giggled the whole time.

I finished cleaning his legs, scrubbed his neck and behind his ears.  Finally I lifted up his arms.  There were layers of black dirt caked into the folds of his skin!  I told him IT'S BLACK!  He giggled harder and I scrubbed more.  When we finished I wrapped him up in a towel and told him to move to a sunnier spot.  He asked me to carry him.  So I picked up the bundle of clean Memo and carried him to a sunnier spot.  I thought about how different the culture is here.  I was very conscious that Marlin and Jacky were working in the kitchen on the other side of the window only feet away, but here it is not strange to bath a child that doesn't belong to you.  I did tell him he had to wash his own butt.  His response (you guessed) was a giggle.

The individual prayer time for the kids was amazing.  Lourdes helped at first.  Then she got busy with other things.  My Spanish was definitely adequate.  The kids liked the individual attention and appreciated the prayer a lot.  The most common prayer request by far was that their parents could find a job.  One boy said he prays every night that he would be well behaved at school the next day, but every day his teacher says he has poor behavior.  He said he really wants to be good. That was my favorite prayer request.  He is a sweet boy, but he really does have a hard time controlling his behavior, even at the Breakfast Program.

The saddest prayer request was the boy who said he feels anxious at all times if he is not inside of his home or at the church.  I asked if he feels safe at school.  He doesn't feel safe at school because there are so many fights there and the streets are dangerous.  Can you imagine being 11 years old and scared all of the time?

Then of course there was Memo.  He sat on my lap and asked for work for his ma and pa.  I thanked God for the opportunity to share a special time of prayer with such a special boy.  When we were done praying I told him okay, now go wash your hands and you can eat.  He usually is eager to be first in line to eat, but today he was more hungry for attention.  Memo didn't want to leave.  He said, "But I need more prayer!"  I told him to eat first and we could pray more after I prayed for the other kids.  I assumed he would forget by the time he got done eating.  I was praying for one kid after another, non-stop for four hours.  Finally I looked up and there was Memo, standing alone.  He was waiting for more prayer.  I offered the chair that the older kids had sat in, but he hopped into my lap.  We prayed again that his parents would find work.  I prayed that he could feel the love that his family at home and at the church feel for him, as well as God's love.  We hugged and snuggled.  Then he asked where Lourdes was.  We found her in a classroom.  I told her Memo had needed two prayer sessions today.  He announced that he still needed more.  Lourdes took Memo and prayed with him the third time.  She said later that he was concerned about his parents finding work.  Jairo and I agreed it was as much about the individual attention as the concern for his parents.  In any case  Memo got lots of love today.

Memo

We had our discipleship group afterward.  By the time we finished I was exhausted.  I had been eager to saunter through the aisles of the grocery store, but I realized before I passed the vegetables that my brain was too tired.  I grabbed milk and yogurt, my staples, and left.  Driving at 5 pm in the middle of the city can be hard, but I took Belinda's advice from yesterday and nosed my way into traffic.  I made it out of the parking lot and into the roundabout - even into the middle lane - quickly.  Once again I was thanking God for driving in Chicago all of those years.

Since I haven't had a haircut since December I stopped to make an appointment.  She said she was just finishing and could cut my hair right away.  What a nice way to relax.  I sank into the chair and let Albita do her thing.  She has a mirror, but you have to stand up to see into it.  Thankfully, Albita is great at cutting hair, so I don't worry about it.  She has a tiny little place with no running water.  She washes hair with a bucket of heated water.  Her hair cutting chair is a cushioned office chair.  She cuts hair from 6 a.m. until 8 p.m.  She does manicures, pedicures, waxing, carries the best products and is an amazing stylist.  I left relaxed and feeling like a new woman.

As I got close to home I could see light that could only be fire in the sky.  I didn't realize it was close until Jerry, who lives on the same property was watering the ground and said he will wake up early to water again tomorrow.  He told me not to worry, we are safe.  He said the fire is on the other side of the mountain.  To me that sounded far away.  I went into the house, put away the groceries and went upstairs.  There was a strange sound like running water.  Finally I realized there was no waterfall in my bedroom, it was the sound of the fire and it was coming closer.  I looked out the window and it was huge so I called Carlos and started thinking about what I should put into my car besides the cat if I needed to evacuate.  (Oops.  Just realized I never thought of my passport.)

I looked out the window and saw Guillermo, Carlos' son standing outside.  He told me not to worry because the fire was on the other side of the road.  It was a huge fire.  Ashes and sparks were falling on our heads.  We took comfort in the fact that most of the property on that side has already burned.  There is not much left that is flammable.

We watched until it seemed to be more under control.  Guillermo asked if I ever hiked up there.  I said no.  He said it used to be beautiful.  There is a big cliff on the other side of the mountain where you can sit and look out over the world.  Guillermo said he will take me there next week, but it will not be the same.

We called Carlos to say that the worst was over.  I was happy to hear Guillermo tell his father what a huge fire it was because I didn't want Carlos to think I was overreacting.  Hearing the crackling of a fire freaks me out.  Especially outside my bedroom window.

Today is my brother's birthday!  Happy Birthday Bob!!

Supercalifragilistic

How strange it is, getting up in the morning and leaving when I am ready to go - not when someone else comes to pick me up!  How awesome it is to know that 12 hours later while everyone else is standing around talking after a conference, I can get in my car and leave!  I feel like I have entered a new stage of life.  It is almost like the freedom of going away to college and not living under your parents roof for the first time.  I can do whatever I want to, whenever I want to!  Well not really, but that's how you always imagine college to be and college is not really that way either.

I picked up Belinda today, so Jairo and Lourdes got to stay at home and rest.  At the Breakfast Program I made my first executive decision.  One of the girls has grown a lot since we handed out undergarments a year ago.  I went to Don Juan and explained that I don't know how to say "bra" in Spanish, but I need some small ones.  I knew we still had some left.  Don Juan is amazing.  He helped me pick out training bras.  Then he discretely left.  I decided since the girl was a twin I should give her sister a bra too.  I don't want to be the cause of any mental anxiety or body image problems in the future.  I let the girls choose the colors they liked..  They seemed happy.

Then I told Don Juan I needed the key for the storage room to put the stuff away.  He said he already did and asked if the bras fit.  I forgot the first rule of the church.  We don't give anything away without making sure it fits.  So I grabbed the girls had them try on the bras.  I never imagined they would have no idea how to put them on!  I showed them how the clasps work and how to put them on.  We made sure they were comfortable.  That was not an experience I imagined for myself, but it is part of serving young girls.  They were really grateful.

It was a hot one today.  The kitchen was packed with people so I hung out with the kids outside.  The big ones played fútbol, some of the girls played fútbolito (Foosball) and the young ones ran races and played police.  Playing police means you lie dead on the ground until someone comes and drags you away.  Much different than how North Americans would play police.

After the Breakfast Program was all shut down, Joss, Belinda and I went to buy the small fire extinguisher and two reflective triangles that every vehicle is required by law to have.  In the Walmart, I heard two women (mother and daughter I think) talking in English.  But it was not only English, it was English with a Southern drawl.  Such a sweet sound to my ears.  They were complaining that they can't find any good mops in Honduras - exactly what I was thinking two seconds before as I passed all of the old fashioned rope mops.  What I wouldn't give for a sponge mop!  I stopped and talked to them for a few minutes and told them I loved their accent.  They were from Louisiana.  The lady gave me a big hug.  She said she bought a folding mop in the US and packed it in her suitcase.  I'll have to look into that.

We got stuck in some crazy traffic on the way back.  I was grateful for all of those years driving in Chicago.  That is one way God prepared me to live here.  If I had not driven in Chicago all of those years I would be scared to death driving here.  So far the worst part for me is the darn motorcycles   They come out of nowhere, they drive wherever they want, weaving between cars and between lanes.  Motorcycles have cut me off and even turned left in front of me from the right hand lane while I was going straight!  People say motorcyclists don't care because their bikes don't cost much - but what about their lives?

The headlines of the newspapers today said that the government has confirmed there is a hit list of the most influential people in the country.

In the evening we went to CCI for a conference.  I didn't realize it was for leaders and pastors until I got there and read my invitation.  It was really cool, except the guy spoke too loudly for my taste.  He is famous in Central America.  He has written 17 books and been doing leadership training for 50 years.  He is originally from Columbia.

It was cool to be in a group of Christians that big.  A few of the people I was with asked if this is what it is like to go to church at K2 (my home church in Utah).  I said actually it was.  They had a 5 minute countdown, they had people ushering the stragglers into the last few seats.  There was a big band and big screens with the words to the music.  CCI is a nice church.  Belinda (Lourdes' sister) and I tease Lourdes that we are going to go to CCI now that I have a car and look for boyfriends there.  It drives Lourdes nuts!  I do want to go to the English CCI service, just because I love to sing worship music in English.  I have no desire for a boyfriend though.

It was nice to come home on my own.  I could decide to stop at the store, or not. I chose NOT since it was a long day.  Tomorrow I am going to the grocery store by myself.  I am going to take my time and look at every single thing on the shelves.  What a luxury!  On Friday or Saturday I am getting a haircut.  On Sunday after church Joss and Belinda would like me to drive them to the movies.  I really don't want to see Ironman in Spanish or English, but I will go to be social.  Everyone here is excited that I have my own car.  They even call to be sure I made it home safely, which is thoughtful.

I'm exhausted and Lourdes said God told her that we need to pray for each child individually tomorrow at the Breakfast Program.  I have already started my own prayers about that one.  Praying in another language is not easy.  Since prayer comes from the heart it is much easier in your native language.  Plus they word things completely differently when they pray in Spanish.  You'd think it would be the same, but it's not.  I've been working on it.  Lourdes knows that and the kids are really understanding.  Tomorrow might be tough but I am sure the Holy Spirit will help me out.