Day 3- Honduras


Writers: Will Rappole, Robert New

Today was our 3rd day in Tegucigalpa. We spent the whole day at the main campus because it was the first day of the Transit strike. The Transit strike was is an effort by the people of Tegucigalpa to protest the high government taxes on gas. The strike began Thursday of last week, with a break over the weekend, set to continue for the rest of the week if negotiations fail. 

We began the day at 7:15, and had breakfast soon after. We had sugar bread, bananas and milk in a bag (which almost no one touched). After breakfast we waited for Erica to describe our work for the day. In that time, we spent playing UNO, which some people are not the best at. Robert declared that it was his goal to get all the cards. He did this very well, at one point having at least 30 cards. 

Our job, which is apparently optional, was to dig holes to build garden boxes. However, the soil was tough in some places and rock in others. We only had one pick, with which to break the soil. So we used the hose as a backup, to try to break up the soil. This lead to me, Will, getting sprayed by the cold water all over my pants. 

The plan was to go to The Olympica (The huge sports complex where the kids practice multiple different sports) with the kids after lunch. This did not happen because the Transit Strike. But, in a way it was almost a good thing because it meant more time playing with the kids at El Hogar. The first few days we (Robert and Will) feel like we mostly soccer, but today with the extra time we expanded our activities and played differed games with lots of different kids, Robert ran and crawled around with some of the kids on his back. Will played lots of tag, had many staring contests, and played games that I didn't know or know how to explain. They were very fun and they always won. 

After playing with the kids, we had a long and thoughtful team meeting about how theology relates to the poverty in Honduras and other developing countries. We also talked about the problem of evil, and why God would allow such things to happen in the world. 

Adios!

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