So I’m living in a tent. I’m enjoying it. I have privacy (except when Erin read over my shoulder while I’m writing blogs). I like my sleeping pad. I have two big callouses on my hands from manual labor. I have paint on my legs (and lots of my clothes) from painting with oil paint (that only comes off with paint thinner or gasoline, which is a scary thing to bathe in) on rocks for a wall of rock. I sometimes have scary bugs fly at me at night when I’m sitting in the big room with fellow squadmates. They’re giant June bugs and it’s only May. Last Saturday we went to a water park with basically no rules. It was like White Water, but actually fun. I could do stunts when going down the slides.
I got a tan.
I ate a hotdog.
It was great.
Tomorrow, I will see The Great Gatsby, much to the dismay of Ceena Idicula who isn’t a fan of Mr. Fitzgerald. I will go to TGI Fridays for the first time in my life. I’ll enjoy it.
Next week is full of fun. Thirteen year old girls with babies thanks to rape. Planting flowers in our garden. Putting on a talent show. Tenting. Taking cold showers. Not flushing toilet paper. Making a bamboo project.
We are spending the night in our tents on a (private) beach for our last weekend. Check that off my bucket list.
Honduras is cool and God is even better. I’m thankful for the little things.
