Sunday, August 31, 2014

Not Better. Not Worse. Just Different.

Writing this blog has been a struggle. It’s hard for me to give you all a glimpse of my life here at Amigos. I think the first thing that comes to mind are my living conditions. We have a wonderful two-story volunteer house with a kitchen area, two bathrooms, common spaces and bedrooms. The volunteer house is much, much better than I expected. Contrary to popular belief at home, no, the bathroom is not outside. However, water is usually a problem. Currently, in Honduras we are experiencing a severe drought. So, please pray for water! Some of you can probably guess where I’m going with this. Yes! Bucket showers! It’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s not worse just different. The problem I have run into is my hair. My goodness… SO much hair to shampoo and rinse—seriously considering cutting off 5 inches here myself.  Regardless, the lukewarm water feels amazing after sweating the entire day. Living here, you have to accept that you will start sweating from the moment you wake up until when you “shower” at night. Even with the heat, many Hondurans wear jeans and long pants. I thought I was going to be different and meet them in the middle at Bermuda shorts or skirts, but no. Absolutely not. After being bit for the 20th time by mosquitoes, you’re going to want to wear pants. I’d rather suffer in heat than wake up at 4 AM because I’m so itchy.

Our beautiful home

Bucket showers and all of it's glory
The bugs are fun. Mosquitos are literally evil blood sucking demons. They do not give up and will bite through clothes, deet, organic bug repellent, everything. The geckos are my favorite. They like to roam the walls and windows but eat the mosquitos. Our community has made a habit of naming these critters on a daily basis. Currently, we have two cockroaches living in our bathroom, which we’ve named Jerome and Jerry. Any additional roaches we find are inducted into the family and receive names as well. In the time it’s taken me to write this blog, a few ants have crawled on my laptop already.  One of the unsaid rules about living in a third world country is to check your bed before you go to sleep. You have no idea what’s been living there until you lift up your covers… 
 
Last but not least, laundry! We wash our clothes by hand in a pila and then set them to dry out in the sun. I usually wake up earlier to wash my clothes from the night before. Whaaaaat? No washing machine? Ironically, it’s a surprising calming chore filled with tranquility and zen. It becomes a mind numbing process that with the right music can turn into a therapy session. Think of it as the difference between vacuuming with Michael Jackson or Beethoven. 


Our pila for washing clothes
Obviously my living conditions are vastly different from my life back in the states. Some of you might be reading this thinking, what in heaven’s name is she doing there when she could have AC and a warm shower? To fully immerse myself in this experience, solidarity with those whom I serve is key. Being here has made me realize just how privileged my life in the states has been. The power goes out at least a few times a week, especially during rough storms. Thank you Gracie Wynne for my headlamp! BEST GIFT EVER. We thank God when we go to bed with BOTH electricity and running water—it’s a good day. But all things considered, I love it here. The pace is slower. Without the bustling of busy city life, I can hear my own thoughts. Armed with a can of bug spray, I cannot wait to see how my experience and relationships blossom further!

…for my next blog, I’ll talk about my jobs and responsibilities!

Hasta pronto amigos y amigas!
Kelly




Thursday, August 7, 2014

Alive, Safe and in Honduras.


Buenas noches amigos y amigas! For those of you who are unaware, I am alive, safe and in Honduras!

First off, Honduras is absolutely breathtaking and the Amigos de Jesus property is equally as beautiful. The mountains extend in each and every direction with the foliage draped,  creating a picture perfect landscape. Driving through the city to Amigos de Jesus, I immediately recognized the poverty within the city of San Pedro. In between the scenic beauty of the mountains, were villages of little shacks. In addition to poor living conditions, mothers swaddle their children in what little clothes they could afford.  The financial instability of the country causes many Hondurans to sell what the can on the street to moving cars, similar to panhandling. Guards with machine guns patrol outside of banks and stores to ward off any robberies. There is a difference between reading about the severity of poverty in Honduras and experiencing it.
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With all that on the outside, I finally arrived at Amigos de Jesus, a home for abused and abandoned children in Honduras. I cannot emphasize enough how amazing this home is. The life that Amigos provides for these children is truly a blessing and sanctuary away from the chaos of Honduras. Not only to they provide a home and nourishment to these children but they also extend their love. As our van enters through the gate, I quickly see 120+ of God’s wonderful children huddled around eager to meet us volunteers. Looking back on it, I was extremely overwhelmed. Children from all ages and genders welcomed us with open arms. Literally. All the kids rushed up to us, shouted their names, asked our names and gave us a huge hug.  If I had any apprehension and anxiety about moving to Honduras this year, it would have disappeared.  I felt so incredibly welcomed by their warm smiles and enthusiasm.

 Part of the Amigos de Jesus Property

Days here are really, really busy. Our day begins around 6:30AM with breakfast in the comador and ends at 8:00PM with prayer circle. Since it’s summer most of the children attend escuelita in the morning with computer, art, reading and physical education classes. But don’t worry, Amigos de Jesus knows very well that it is summer and the kids need fun. School ends at lunch then they’re free to do as they please with the remainder of the day. For the rest of the day, until supper, we spend it with the kids playing and improving our Spanish. I don't know if learning Spanish from 6 year old is the most grammatically correct, but, ah well. It's fun! The sound of a bell radiating throughout the Amigos property signals that supper is ready. Meals here consist of 4 staple foods: chicken, beans, tortillas and cheese. Let’s just say that my stomach is not happy… Regardless, I am fed well and for those of you who were worried about starvation, it's not an issue, lol.

 
 Cross at Amigos de Jesus during sunset.

The day usually ends around 8:00PM with prayer circle. All of the children, staff and volunteers gather around and join hands in a circle. Whoever feels inspired will begin with gracias Señor, thank you God, and then say what/who they are thankful for. Usually this ends up being a competition for the kids for whoever can speak the loudest. The beauty of it lies in the fact we are all praying together up to God and intentionally sharing this time with each other. I think I’m going to like it here…

Coming up in the next few blogs will be living conditions, our cockroach friends Jerry and Jerome, job descriptions, and more! 

Until next time amigos! 

Hasta pronto y blessings from Honduras.
Kelly