On this amazing eleven month journey around the world, I have been to some really amazing places in every country. So, here’s a recap.
Honduras:
This month started with excitement. The approach and landing into Tegucigalpa Tincontin International Airport is… Intense. You fly really close to the ground, banking right overtop of houses, only a few hundred feet up. Once
we landed, our host asked the guys to ride in the truck with the packs, so men with machetes won’t steal them.
This is my first day out of the country! We stayed in the little village of La Ermita, at a refuge for women who were victims of rape, and a few kids who were at risk.
Later in the month, we went to a town called Valley of Angels. It was a great place with a bunch of fantastic coffee shops. We also climbed a hill in the town of Talanga, at the top of which there was a sweet cross.
Guatemala:
One of my favorite cities ever. Old Spanish Colonial architecture, surrounded by three massive volcanos. One of my favorite things that I have done is hike up a volcano. The beauty we found at the top was breathtaking, much like the hike up. We also went to Panahachel on the banks of Lake Atitlan. Many of us rented out a boat for the day, and rode around most of the day. It is considered by many to be one of the best off days on the Race.
El Salvador:
Um… The beach. ’nuff said. Seriously though, El Sal is an amazing country. If it weren’t for the gang violence and blatant corruption in the government, it would be one of the best places on earth. My heart is in constant prayer for the people there.
We spent the month re-roofing asbestos covered orphanages and ministering to the homeless around the Capital San Salvador. This month was especially difficult for me. (See “The night that no one talks about”). Difficulties in question, though, went further than this blog details, and actually occurred a week or two after I wrote that blog. Yes, I know, I haven’t written about it, because I can’t really describe it well, and all of the feelings that it stirred up.
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My team and I were reminded of the power of the simple things when an old man named Don Carlos walked who knows how far in order to say goodbye to the team on our last day. We saw how much of an impact we had, and all by paying attention and playing chess, checkers, and dominoes.
