Thanks guys! And upon second thought, it would be absolutely impossible to sum up the whole week in one little entry. I'm going to be writing a story about the trip for the paper where I work, so I'll post that when it's finished. In the meantime, here's a quick overview of what we were doing.
15 other people and I flew to Tegucigalpa, the capitol of Honduras, on Wednesday, August 3 at 3 am. We drove to Montana de Luz ("Mountain of Light"), a home for children with HIV, literally on top of a mountain. We lived there for the next week, getting up at 5:30 every morning, working until noon (mostly painting and construction), eating lunch, working again till 3, and then playing with the children until we were too exhausted to move. I personally overcame my inability to relate to children and absolutely fell in love with three little girls, Paola, Tania, and Lala. No one there spoke any English, except for the director, who is American, and very few of our group spoke any Spanish (I speak a little; more than most of the others). We additionally had a rainforest adventure, saw the world's largest Jesus ("That is one grande Jesucristo," Evan said), met a Morgan Freeman lookalike, and attended a 2.5 hour church service in a tiny cinderblock building with plastic lawn furniture, a single lightbulb, one of the biggest Peavey amps I've ever seen, two keyboards, an electric guitar, and an electric bass. Oh man. It was so loud.
In short, amazing trip. Pictures and details to come. Love ya!
15 other people and I flew to Tegucigalpa, the capitol of Honduras, on Wednesday, August 3 at 3 am. We drove to Montana de Luz ("Mountain of Light"), a home for children with HIV, literally on top of a mountain. We lived there for the next week, getting up at 5:30 every morning, working until noon (mostly painting and construction), eating lunch, working again till 3, and then playing with the children until we were too exhausted to move. I personally overcame my inability to relate to children and absolutely fell in love with three little girls, Paola, Tania, and Lala. No one there spoke any English, except for the director, who is American, and very few of our group spoke any Spanish (I speak a little; more than most of the others). We additionally had a rainforest adventure, saw the world's largest Jesus ("That is one grande Jesucristo," Evan said), met a Morgan Freeman lookalike, and attended a 2.5 hour church service in a tiny cinderblock building with plastic lawn furniture, a single lightbulb, one of the biggest Peavey amps I've ever seen, two keyboards, an electric guitar, and an electric bass. Oh man. It was so loud.
In short, amazing trip. Pictures and details to come. Love ya!
myiaa:
that sounds like a really amazing trip