The last two weeks of my life were spent on a mission trip with the
Seventh Day Adventist Reform Movement Church to help with the construction of several church buildings. There were around twenty young people all together and the group was split in half when we arrived in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, in order to work in two locations. Half the group traveled to Siguatepeque and the others to the city of Tocoa. My group was located in Tocoa, which is around 40 minutes from the Caribbean Sea. We helped dirt pack a dormitory building and an auditorium, cement the floors, wall a septic tank, build a roof, and enable lighting. It was my first mission trip and I realized that you can
ALWAYS make a difference.
Memorias Preciosas:+Locals singing all the time
+Kids playing soccer games in the streets
+Pepsi/coke stands at every corner
+Green/fertile EVERYWHERE
+Tropical Mountains
+Plantains (starchy fruit)
+Sweetest fresh squeezed orange juice EVER
+Hondurans on porches talking instead of watching T.V.
+Random rain storms
+Cotton Candy on the beach
+Playing copy cat con los niños
+Fire ants stinging my feet...NOT, that was awful
+Church in the dark
+9 people in back of a pick up truck
+Push starting it too...haha
+Lemons the size of your head
+Pistacio ice cream
+Counting geckos
+Bus rides :)
