This week has been going by soooooooooooooooo slow. I know its because I am going to California on Saturday and I am sooooooooooo excited to see my family and have Thanksgiving. So yeah…if anyone wants to talk to me while I am in the States, let me know and I will give you the number you can reach me at.
Tick-tock…tick-tock…hurry up clock!!!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
11.17.08 Whew...long time
I am sitting in my office in WorldVision with my counterpart Doris and we are listening to Bryan Adams…and it makes me giggle.
The Exposida (education HIV fair) was a huge success…despite me running around like a chicken with my head cut off most of the time…everyone told me it was the best Exposida they’ve ever been to. Yay!
Last week I had the pleasure of working with Rosa, a WorldVision employee from another branch, on a nutrition workshop for a group of women from El Pate, which is a barrio about 10 minutes outside El Negrito. There are no lights in the community and many of the children are malnourished which was the precise reason we went to give the workshop there. I think I had gotten so used to being recognized here in town that I forget that many people have never seen a gringo before. Needless to say I ended up in the community church with a group of 10 women staring at me as well as a large group of children outside who were straining to get a look at me. It was a definite reality check. The workshop went well…I got to present the portion on breastfeeding (aren’t you proud Mom??) and hopefully we made some kind of positive impact on the women. The best part however was how we arrived back in El Negrito.
Someone from WorldVision was supposed to come pick us up but their phone was off. So I told Rosa that we should just start walking and we would find a jalon (Honduran slang for a ride.) Low and behold, 5 minutes later we found a truck that was heading into town. We ended up waiting on their front porch for awhile and chatting with the grandma of the house, who was a total sweetheart. Eventually, another truck passed by so I flagged it down and asked the driver where he was headed and if we could catch a ride with him. He said that he was picking up a pig on his way into town but if we could fit into the cab, he would take us. Low and behold, he stopped his truck a few houses down and Rosa and I got to enjoy the noise of a huge black pig squeeling as the driver and 2 young men shoved him into the bed of the truck. At this point I completely lost it to a fit of giggles which of course I had to explain to Rosa and then we both were lost in laughter.
Later on in the trip the truck that was originally going to take us got stuck in the creek that has to be crossed to get into El Negrito and the truck we were in ended up towing it into town. Needless to say I could not stop laughing again.
Only in Honduras…
The Exposida (education HIV fair) was a huge success…despite me running around like a chicken with my head cut off most of the time…everyone told me it was the best Exposida they’ve ever been to. Yay!
Last week I had the pleasure of working with Rosa, a WorldVision employee from another branch, on a nutrition workshop for a group of women from El Pate, which is a barrio about 10 minutes outside El Negrito. There are no lights in the community and many of the children are malnourished which was the precise reason we went to give the workshop there. I think I had gotten so used to being recognized here in town that I forget that many people have never seen a gringo before. Needless to say I ended up in the community church with a group of 10 women staring at me as well as a large group of children outside who were straining to get a look at me. It was a definite reality check. The workshop went well…I got to present the portion on breastfeeding (aren’t you proud Mom??) and hopefully we made some kind of positive impact on the women. The best part however was how we arrived back in El Negrito.
Someone from WorldVision was supposed to come pick us up but their phone was off. So I told Rosa that we should just start walking and we would find a jalon (Honduran slang for a ride.) Low and behold, 5 minutes later we found a truck that was heading into town. We ended up waiting on their front porch for awhile and chatting with the grandma of the house, who was a total sweetheart. Eventually, another truck passed by so I flagged it down and asked the driver where he was headed and if we could catch a ride with him. He said that he was picking up a pig on his way into town but if we could fit into the cab, he would take us. Low and behold, he stopped his truck a few houses down and Rosa and I got to enjoy the noise of a huge black pig squeeling as the driver and 2 young men shoved him into the bed of the truck. At this point I completely lost it to a fit of giggles which of course I had to explain to Rosa and then we both were lost in laughter.
Later on in the trip the truck that was originally going to take us got stuck in the creek that has to be crossed to get into El Negrito and the truck we were in ended up towing it into town. Needless to say I could not stop laughing again.
Only in Honduras…
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