Thanks to our tech-savvy friends Tori and Kelsey, I will attempt another post this evening. We went much farther into the mountains on Wednesday, in the direction of the schools from last year. I’m going to post to see if all is well and then to bed. Wish me luck!
Actually I’m feeling frisky so here goes:
I started this post last night but got caught up in the USA vs Honduras soccer match and lost everything. In fact, I am having a bit of technical trouble with his new site. Those of you who know me realize that this wouldn’t take much. On Tuesday we went back into the steep foothills to the west of Siguatepeque very near the school we visited on Monday. Someone with an artistic sensibility must choose the rural school sites. A bit of level ground is necessary for the soccer pitch and a magnificent view seems to be a prerequisite as well. This school was set between two gentle ridges, surrounded by much steeper and more rugged mountainsides. Driving up we heard that happy, laughter-filled chaos of a school in session in Honduras. When we arrived at the front door, the students went silent and stood to greet us. The hush was full of excitement, anticipation and curiosity. Many of the younger children could not look up, but those who did had a sparkle in their eyes that never fails to capture my heart.
I gave a prepared statement that I had had translated into Spanish by our wonderful friend Linda in California. In it I tried to convey why we were there and what we hoped to do. I also tried to express the emotions that we feel remembering our lost son. I’m afraid my fumbling Spanish did little more than confuse them. Our driver, a local teacher on loan, stepped up and proceeded to set things straight. I could tell by the looks on the Children’s faces that he was doing a fine job. This man was a relative stranger to me and yet his compassion and fellow-feeling were such that he was able to capture the stirrings in my heart and mind. He is one of the three wise men who are the inspiration for this post. His name is Jorge Luis Aguilera and I will not soon forget him. His English is as fluent as my Spanish but somehow he was able to understand and help us. Along with Oscar Ochoa Mendoza and Oscar Gross II, the other two wise men, he is the real reason that our project is a success.
I feel like a leaf that has fallen into a swiftly-flowing stream, marveling at the scenes that appear along the banks as I speed along. I grew up Catholic and was quite taken with the idea that there are saints among us. I have regained my childhood faith. In fact I have lived with one for 35 years and I am currently traveling with 3 others: Marty Keil; Tori Jimenez and Kelsey Guerrero.
Back to the school. We have a regular curriculum now and it worked flawlessly. We introduced 5 or 6 of the programs, always ending with our favorite which involves students creating stories about their families and presenting them to the class. For many this is a first attempt at individual writing. The looks of excitement, pride and merriment can only be recognized and appreciated first hand.
A final word- As soon as Tori and Kelsey can teach me, I will post pictures that convey our experiences much more effectively.