he's a friend of mine from frazer mennonite church.
he visited me last year.
he showed up again 2 weeks ago.
let me digress for a minute from these one line snippets to say how much I truly appreciate his visits. There's no one quite like Jamie Moon and his probing questions and genuine curiosity force me to reflect and observe in ways that I don't have to when i'm alone here.
right so jamie showed up.
turns out i don't have many photos of him or our adventures.
were there adventures?
jamie do me a solid and write a blog post for me analyzing your time here...you're good at that.
and include some really hot fotos.
ok, the one adventure that we did have,
that includes some sort of photo documentation,
was a trip to the beach.
i've never properly introduced the eby's
list of things to write about...
the eby's wanted to take a day-trip to the beach and were kind enough to invite us along.
tati was turning 14 that very day so we invited him.
and when he showed up at my house at 7 in the morning for a 9:30 departure he had checho and hector en-tow.
on the way down the hill we saw abel and since we like him well enough we invited him along too.
so it were 5 eby's, 2 laureles gringos and 4 laureles kids off to the beach on a school bus to sambo creek.
we got off the bus and headed down this road for a good 10 minutes
really enjoyed hector's shirt
it fits him well
in more ways than one
the beach we found is at the mouth of a nice cool stream
it's really the best of both worlds
swim in the ocean and then wash off the salt water in the stream
the beautiful and tempting hog islands in the distance
true to form the kids barely noticed the beautiful creation or the tempting river and ocean
instead they opted to do something they do every day.
except checho...he chose to wet his feet and then search for mangoes the rest of the day.
hector slide tackling the ball
too many cigarettes
what have the eby's done to abel?
buried him alive is what they've done
and here comes a little eby to finish him off
poor unsuspecting abel
growing weary of the charade
a child trying to splash me as i sit in the middle of the creek aiming for an artsy shot of the sea
that child would be abel
just throwin' up water everywhere
he's really quite photogenic
caleb drifting out to sea
love this shot
i think i spelled that right
something happened off to the right there
but tati and abel were too lazy to care and/or notice
When I first began visiting Los Laureles nearly 3 years ago, Adonai or Pato as he's called here, was the 3rd kid that I befriended. He's been by far my most loyal companion and biggest headache, I think both for the same reason. He needs love and attention. He seeks it in any way he can and from anyone willing to show it to him because he gets nothing from the people that raise him. Pray for Pato, he's a sweet child with a generous heart and a lot of anger.
yes, of course you do, it's what keeps you from visiting me.
well, normally it looks like this:
recently though we've experienced a heat wave of disgusting proportions.
yes, disgusting is a good adjective to describe this inferno.
i feel disgustung when i rise from bed drenched in sweat, i feel disgusting as the sun penetrates my mind and teases my nerves all day long and i lie awake at night cursing my disgusting inability to sleep in a sauna.
do yourself a favor and don't visit honduras anytime in the next month.
oh yeah, so that waterfall looks like this now:
wait that's not right.
and who sits on top of victoria falls with a 4-year old?
is this for real?
oh, the waterfall...here it is for real:
just look at nature's power there!
the power to evaporate a waterfall.
we woke up this morning and it just seemed hotter than ever...just really stinkin' hot.
i didn't have much planned for the morning so we decided to head up to the mountains to visit a friend i know who has a pool.
we decided it would just be a family outing so that we wouldn't have to turn kids away or hurt feelings.
cristian opted not to come - he has a girlfriend now.
so it was just blas, santos and manuel.
they really enjoyed themselves.
maybe too much actually.
we brought dog along too.
she ignored us though once she found a friend to play with.
we quickly discovered that her friend was an erstwhile suitor with less than noble intentions for our little lady.
so we quickly packed it in, came home and made santos haul water for us.
he really likes to haul water.
so to summarize:
so hot, our favorite waterfall has disappeared.
we decided to use a friend of mine for his pool today so as to escape the hotness.
we could have taken any number of children with us and rescued them, for a few brief hours anyway, from this wretched, dry, dusty community.
but we decided to be cruel and selfish and only invite ourselves.
cristian didn't want to come because some girl that barely has the will-power to look him in the eyes let alone talk to him has stolen his heart.
he thinks he's in love.
i want to puke and chain him to the furniture.
we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, that is until dog's honor was nearly called into question by a cad that lives at my friend's house.
we came home and made slave, i mean santos, haul water.
he likes it...i swear.
oh, and some strange, speedo-clad euro type thinks it's acceptable to perch with his tiny son-daughter atop a 360 ft. waterfall.
Ok honestly, have you just ever seen anything more adorable in your entire life?
I mean, not only does she curl up with Blas each morning but she knows to use the pillow for lumbar support and everything!
She may as well just pull a sheet up over top and hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the hutch there.
This dog is just too much.
Ok, now on to those silly ducks.
What tricks will they come up with next?
Perching themselves on a 20 foot wall with sharp implements of death waiting for them below?
Oh, these guys just know how to be cute in a risky, devil-may-care kind of way.
It's almost like they're saying "What does this make you nervous? Because if so we've accomplished our goal."
Man, these ducks are really one of a kind.
Probably the only water-phobic, wall-perching ducks in the entire world.
And they're de-lish!
Ok, to round this all out we have a rat.
He lives in a recycled fan cage on the floor of our non-functioning shower.
Blas, remember Blas, the bedfellow of my dog?
Well when Blas first came to us he brought with him a rat.
Not wanting to be impolite I decided not to trample it to death right there on the spot but allowed it live in my shower.
Free-range style mind you.
Turns out Roscoe's really good at getting out of low-well showers and soon he had claimed the entire bathroom for himself.
Which puts a damper on all things related to bathroom activity.
I left for the U.S. and when I returned 3 weeks later I discovered that dear Roscoe had begun to explore other environs within the home; like under the bunkbed, on the pantry shelf or in my sock drawer.
I gave Blas an option; find Roscoe a home or he'll be the second course in this evening's dinner.
In that we live in a garbage dump it wasn't too hard to find something that could pass for a rodent's home by the day's end.
And that is how we've come to have a rat living in a fan cage down by the river...I mean in my shower.
I am a follower of Jesus, lover of all things Honduran and a native of Central Pennsylvania. My physical location is less than fixed and permanent but my heart and mind is ever-present in La Ceiba, Honduras.