More Hondo...

I think these boys may have worked pretty hard making concrete volcanos that day - that white shirt had to be thrown away after 3 washings when we got home.  

Another Honduras moment that pops into my mind often since being home... the humbling experience of moving a young mom, her son, & her mom from this plastic & cardboard shack into a new brick home.  Her "shack" had a ditch dug around it to try to keep water out (it was on a very steep slope), but still much of the dirt floor had washed away inside.  It was probably about 6 feet by 12 feet - with a mattress at one end, a big washed away hole, and plastic bags of belongings on the other - her attempt to keep her things dry.  We formed a line to pass her things to the bed of two pickups and then moved her into a brand new concrete floor block home.  When one of the church members, Chilo, found out about this lady's living situation, he gave her his home which had just been completed.  He currently rides about 8 miles each way into town on his bike to work & help the preacher with church business.  This extended his "commute" by many months - but he selflessly gave her the chance to have a safe home.

Mae sweeping out the new home before the family arrived

 Mid week we visited Donnie's new farm in Campemento.  My Dad got to share tons of helpful insights ... I could tell he was in heaven digging in the dirt & talking about farming techniques.  He was in his element!

The "under 20" beauties on our trip - all godly girls.  Molly, Mae, Angelica, Anna, & Sabrina

 Wednesday night church... the kids at the daycare stay until 5 that day & then walk together up the street to the church building - choo choo train style.  I could put every one of these cuties in my suitcase & take them home with us!

Heading back to the daycare from church... above:  random horses walking down the street & stopping to graze, below:  girlfriends from church.  They called Mae "little Barbie" & giggled over her all night.