We had 22 hours a week of manual labor, cell service that was non-existent, we lived on top of a mountain, we slept under nets, we ate beans for breakfast, lunch and dinner, we wore the same clothes for 5 days, we bathed in river water, and we built beautiful relationships. This is life and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Here is a brief recap of what our month 10 in Honduras looked like: