I've been reflecting back on my first trip to Honduras with a well-worn crumpled
photo in my hands. It's been almost 33 years ago to the day.
I had been on a search for the two years prior, to find a child to adopt.
I was dropped off at a Honduran Family, the Ciliazars, where I will be
staying for the next two nights. The cab drove into the neighborhood
still all full of ruts and ridges. I have this picture locked permanently in my brain as we passed a huge garbage dump pickup area and I saw a woman and her two children quickly ferreting through the garbage.
What a day, I am exhausted. Got my computer up and running so all is good. After
breakfast we met together with a social worker and a very sharp woman attorney whose
specialty is land rights.
Arrived in Houston last night, stayed over and caught the plane to Honduras at 9 am. Had a
rough landing as they had high winds. It was such a choppy , frightening landing that
everyone applauded the piolet after we landed! Had lunch in the offices of AjS, association
for a more just society.
I AM DOWN TO THE LAST LEG OF MY TRIP. I LEAVE ON THURSDAY FOR A LONG
GRUELING DAY OF TRAVEL!! I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT THE COLD IS GOING TO
FEEL LIKE. SOME DAYS IT SOUNDS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
Hi Everyone,Â I know I am writing a lot. Â But I have the time and the opportunity and it gives me a chance to document my experiencesdown here. Â You are welcome to delete them or just skim through them!Â Last Thursday at the ward the Relief Societyhad planned a sort of sub for santa for the "'poor'" down here.