So it has been awhile since I have put up a good blog, so here we go. We have just finished the month of April and there are only 5 more weeks of school...crazy how time flies. I can remember walking into my classroom for the first time. However, now that the science fair is over, we are doing some fun projects. In geography we made salt dough maps (a playdough-like mixture of salt and dough) of mountains above India: the Himalayas, Karakoram and the Hindu Kush.
Here are the 7th graders making them. Notice Kevin on the left there with a nice wad of salt dough in his hand...perfect for throwing. Yes, he did throw it...I had to make him stand in a corner by himself for a few minutes before he could join the group again.
Some kids got a lot out of it, like Concepcion here.
Also at school, we just had Dia del Trabajo, the equivalent of our Labor Day. Here is our Directora, Flavia, thanking our janitor ladies and garderners in front of the whole school (from left to right: Don Jose, Dona Patricia, Dona Veronica, Dona Marina, Ninera Claudia and Ninera Kenya). They are great people.
In my personal life, I have moved out of my old house, where I was living with all the short term volunteers (they have all gone home for the time being), and moved back in with Mario. I lived with him for about 1 week when I first arrived in Honduras. Here is our house, Betania.
It is a nice little house in gated colonia (community)...muy tranquilo.
la sala
la cocina
y mi dormitorio.
We are still holding our youth group every Saturday. One Saturday night we decided to have a campfire at one of the student's property outside of town. Night tag, smores and telling jokes was a good time.
Some Saturday's though, no students show up for youth group. When that happens we make the best of the situation. Sara has been showing Beth and I (we are the three youth group leaders) her gymnastic's skills.
I have been wanting to learn to do a backflip like the soccer players sometimes do when the score a goal. Looks a little difficult, although Sara can do it, so I asked her to help me learn to stand on my hands. I am up to five seconds!
Also, as I mentioned in the last blog, I am going to be staying for another year. I am going to be moving to another campus, the junior high/high school campus. This is right next to the university that is also part of the Olancho Aid Foundation. Here are some pictures of the university and jr/high school campus.
It is really nice and I am excited about it.
Like most Hondurans, my roommate Mario plays soccer. He is in a league that plays every Sunday. In fact his team recently got second place in their league and so are playing at the regional level.
There team name is Milan.
So, myself and most of the other volunteers decided that a good way to spend the first half of our Sundays was to cheer on team Milan.
So for the last three Sundays we have piled into the back of Mario's truck, while he drives to whatever town he his team is playing in that week.
It has been a good way to get out and see the countryside of Olancho.
Megan's parents even joined us while they were here visiting from New York.
We gringos set up our chairs on the sideline right next to all the Hondurans. We get a lot of attention being white, although the girls get it the worst.
Wearing a hat is important in the intense sun down here.
Hey Ginny.
The games can get rough. The guys that play are between 15-27 (quite a rang) and they play hard.
Ya Mario!
This past Sunday, we decided that since we gringos couldn't stick out any worse than we already do, we would spray paint shirts. The Mario's team got a kick out of it.
After one of the games we were in Mario's hometown, San Francisco de la Paz, and Mario took us to the farm/health clinic where he works. (Mario lives in Juticalpa, but commutes to SF everyday).
So we got the tour of the farm.
Mario got his degree in agro-industrial engineering.
He and is workers produce some great crops.
Mario in his element.
Lovely Ms. Veazey, Sara, with a lovely looking onion.
Mario checking to see if the carrots are ready for harvesting.
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