Honduras-Summer of '08
June of this year was more an epiphany than a vacation. Instead of opting to laze around on the local beaches or get a summer job, I chose to venture to South America with my church, First Baptist of St.Cloud. Our mission began with a four hour trip down to Miami where we would then hop on a plane to Guatemala, then transfering flights to our final destination: Tegusegualpa, Honduras. Arriving midnight of Saturday night, we were anything but happy campers, or missinaries in this case. The eighteen of us grouped off into our rooms once we reached the hotel, if that's what you want to call it. We had to get an early start so we could make it to the church on time, which wasn't an option considering our sole purpose. Despite our bitterness towards the early hour, we put all negativities aside once our rented white fifteen passenger van and rented red truck rolled to a stop on the red-brown dirt road on the side of a mountain. The percise moment our doors opened, a dozen children, ranging from three to thirteen, rushed up crying out, "Hola! Hola!" and reaching thier lanky arms towards the dum dums we craddled defensively in our arms. They had milk brown skin with hair and eyes to match. Their fingernails had dirt embeded underneath and thier faces appeared to be coated in grime. Thier smiles were so precious that you needed a magnifying glass to notice the discolored, rotting teeth with black caps that did inside. The clothes they wore no longer possesed the colors they had when they hung on the discount Wal Mart racks, but instead had holes, stains, and faded colors. The whites were more gray, the yellows more pea green. Everthing was unclean, unfair unjust. One little girl, who i later found out was a deaf child named Rosie, had enourmous marble sized eyes and short black coarse hair that curved to a v at the nape of her neck. She looked at me, giggled, and then run away hurridly. After a few minutres passed, she returned with a baby boy she hoisted on her bony hip that couldnt have been any older than one and a half. In his small grasp were the dum dums i had given her minutes before. Rosie then held out the baby, motioning for me to take him. I nodded and obeyed by taking the young child. This was one moment the rental truch andvan took us. It took us to dozens or poor villages where the hoses were made out or mud or metal and decorated with discarded Pepsi posters. It brought us to parks where we took childeren to play and to hotels that we paid for the kids to stay a. It brought us to and fro form the hotel, air port, lunch, dinner, and church.
