Sector F

When we pulled into Sector F, I got out of the car apprehensively. Tony brought us into an old high school that had been abandoned because it was too dangerous for it to continue in operation there. The graffitied walls inside show a symbol of the cross painted by one of Tony's boys, and gang symbols on the right.

Adorable little kids scampered up the stairs after us, and we played with them for a while. They loved playing with Gabe and Devin, and understandably so since 85% of the children born in Honduras do not have father's names on their birth certificates. One boy named Kevin asked me to help him with his English homework, and I gladly agreed. The rest of the time we ate watermelon that Aimee bought for everyone, and just soaked in the experience of life in Sector F.