More Rain

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Yet another cold/rain front settled over Honduras last week which kind of put a damper on our activities in Los Laureles. We weren't able to hold our devocionals or game days, instead we sat on porches, drank coffee, chatted with people, tied up some loose ends that had been left untied for far too long and occasionally joined the kids as they played in the rain.

the garbage men/boys working in the rain


one of my next big projects is to build the recycling center a shelter so that sorters don't have to work out in the rain or glaring sun

and by sorters i mean children

having fun in 2 inches of water

konrad giving out free rides

and feeling the sorrier for it

apparently they chicken fight here in the streets, it's more fun without the protection of a swimming pool

dopey konrad kept complaining that he couldn't reach chita with his arms...i told him to kick but he declined...thus the children beat us.

ganadores

water fight

a fight between 4 brothers

the oldest and youngest were on a team and the 2 middle ones were on the other

their niece was content to just stand in a puddle

getting a running start

she just doesn't get what all the fuss is about

they took a break once the rain started in earnest

dariana took cover

chita did not

hanging out under the eaves


staying dry on the porch

and belting out one of our favorite songs...again, guiselle the niece does not seem to understand

apparently neither does becca
blessings to you all this week. peace!
- mlk

Comments

TimN said…
Great photos and captions, Matthew, they really capture both the social reality, but also the joy and spirit of the moment.
February 23, 2010 at 11:53 AM
Anonymous said…
these pictures make me happy.
April 3, 2010 at 6:00 AM
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