there's a certain rhythm of life we encounter in honduras. this being my third visit to the project, i know the pattern of the days. it's an amusing balance of a predictable schedule, coupled with the necessary flexibility needed when encountering the latin american culture. a culture where plans are virtually unnecessary, due to the fact that they often tend to change on a minute by minute basis. but even so, this is a fairly accurate glimpse of a day in the life of the manuelito family...
1: the big white bus that gets us to and from teguc for the week
2: we wake up to this glorious honduran sky...the sky is SOOO big here!
3: the kids get dressed in their school uniforms and we all eat breakfast together
4: manuelito now has it's own school on the property, the kids are in classes between breakfast and lunch [which is a typical school day here]
5: when the kids go to school, we go to work...this almost always involves the mixer and bags of cement
6: my first job was bending two hundred pieces of pencil rod into rectangles
7: then everyone else used metal wire to tie them to the rebar to make 'baskets'
8: then the baskets were laid on top of the walls to create the header...this was later filled with concrete
9: once school lets out, we usually end up with a few eager helpers
10: in the afternoon the kids have different chores to do like sorting beans or cutting grass with machetes...that one is not fun, i tried it
11: and of course there is never a shortage of laundry to be done
12: these guys are often wandering by and like to 'help' with the laundry...and by 'help' i mean they eat the clothes off the line when no one is looking
13: usually the kids have some homework to do...there was a lot of cursive letter practice going on last week
14: there is also time in the afternoon and evening to just play...soccer is usually the most popular option
15: once we're done working for the day we get to play too
16: electricity at the project can be sketchy. we went without for about thirty hours in a row this time...a record for our particular group. this is what no electricity looks like. no electricity means no running water. no running water means bucket showers and bucket flushes.
1 comment:
Great pics, Shell! Looks like it was a wonderful trip. ...and I don't think that I knew about your irrational fear of mice. How did I not know that?
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