Hmmm...so he's still hanging out at the Huelga de Hambre (Hunger Strike) with some of the local Garifunas. They're descendants of Caribbean slaves who now live in coastal villages throughout Honduras, Belize & Nicaragua. In addition to Spanish they speak their own language which is nothing like Spanish and many know English as well.
Even the local Swiss showed up to support...seriiously.
...but, moving on...
During my second week in La Ceiba my church, Iglesia Menonita Central threw me a welcome party...it was strange...and fun...and uplifting.
First they re-enacted my arrival, they made it a point to comment on my mountain of luggage, I only had 3 suitcases but they enlarged that to 10 for the skit. (I'm the guy in the middle by the way).
Here they're pretending to she me around town.
Then they dressed me up in an apron and made me memorize the names of foods for the purpose of...
Making me sell said food to the congregation, i.e. to make a fool of me.
I did a great job.
The Pastor's son
Even Marla, my adopted mother got in on the act.
One Wednesday Pastor Betty and Hermana Juanita invited me along to Corozal, a Garifuna village, to minister to some of the Christians there...
As I mentioned yesterday the Mennonites, nay, most Christians in general are a mite restrictive when it comes to entertainment. Thus when the Carnival celebrating Saint Isidor (San Isidro) came to town it was made clear, many, many times that Christians could not attend said celebratory functions. Saturday however there was a parade to kick-off the festivities and my boss, a high-ranking member of the Church practically ordered me to go to observe the parade and get a taste for the local culture...I only stayed for 15 minutes lest any wayward Mennonite see me and think poorly of their newest missionary.
A few days before the CarnivalEach intersection along San Isidro Blvd. had mini-stages where people would congregate and dance at all hours of the night. I didn't attend this part. Notice the soldiers guarding the stage during the day.
So that's about it for my major adventures, I'll leave you with a few random shots I've taken around the city.
A little ways from home
Homework & Hammock Time
My place of employment. Translation: Peace & Justice Project, Honduran Mennonite Evangelical Church. We offer mediation in interpersonal conflicts and education in nonviolent peace (is there violent peace?)
Well folks that about does for this week, two days in a row, what a treat. Come on back next to hear about my first week with the gang members and my weekend trip to Trujillo. Blessings to you this week. Peace!