Images of Honduras

My dear little friend "M" and I. I was so totally thrilled that she was living with her foster father Mario again and regularly attending school. When I heard she was back I told Mario that I wanted to see her. About an hour later she ran into the kitchen calling me, giving big hugs and kisses and telling me how much she missed me. We talked several times over the week and it was such a blessing. I told her that we had been praying for her and were so glad to see her. Praise the Lord for answered prayers!
My dear husband has an aversion to chicken on the bone. We don't know where this aversion came from but its real. He loves the taste of chicken but I have always been the chicken "plucker". This year, he got up his courage and removed the meat off 3 of them! Brave boy! And he did a great job!

Children waiting to be seen at the clinic!

Sugarcane anyone? The softdrinks in Honduras are made with sugar not High Fructose Corn Syrup. You do notice a taste difference; the sugar softdrinks have a lighter taste, the HFCS drinks have a more syrupy taste and texture.

At night, when shops close, all the buildings look like this. These aluminum doors roll down and close over all the windows and doors. The whole town looks like this by 7 at night (except the few clubs we walked by).
I remembered the crazy taxi drivers but forgot about the 24 hour noise. It is constantly noisy in El Progresso, all night long. When daylight hits, the noise level rises considerably.
More beautiful little children waiting to be seen by medical.
Remember I told y'all about the big guns? Here is a bank guard at the door guarding. I was too scared to take a picture while walking by, I took this one the last morning from the bus with my big lens. I certainly wouldn't try anything with these guns guarding the bank.
This is Glenda, the housekeeper/cleaner at the church. Every single day, she comes and cleans the facility from top to bottom. The first day, I noticed her going through the garbage and getting out some 2 liter bottles to take home, after that I saved her the trouble and let the stuff sitting out for her. This is back to school time in Honduras (they started this week) and many of the packages at the grocery store had bowls or cups or water bottles taped to them. Greg & I bought some shredded cheese one day that had plastic Tupperware type cups taped to them. When I got back to the church, I untaped the cups and took them to Glenda, she looked very surprised, pointed to herself as if saying "are these for me", got tears in her eyes and said thank you (very plainly in English). It is so humbling to me because I take so much for granted and am rich beyond measure compared to most of the folks in Honduras. The last day when Greg and I told her "bye" she hugged us both, repeatedly said thank you and started to cry. I hope she is there next year if we get to go back.
Sunday School teachers in the baby/toddler room at the church. These ladies came to the church about an hour and a half before services on Sunday & Tuesday to get their rooms ready. By ready I mean, they swept and mopped the floors, cleaned the windows, etc. When I peeked my head in the door and showed them the camera, they all lined up and posed for me.