Honduran Independence Day is September 15, 1821 and these people get into it. Do they do red, white, and blue fireworks? no. Do they have BBQ? no, sadly, they do not. What we do down here is have a parade of the kids in schools in each area going on the 14th, 15th, and 16th. On the 14th Justin, Jacob, Mike, and I all went to La Lima to see Fabiola ride on the bed of a semi truck with the other seniors from her school, Sheridan. We walked next to them the whole way, messing with them and joking with them. At the end we got to ride on the back of the truck with them and wave the 2 Honduran flags chanting USA, Gringos, China, Chicken Lima, We are Seniors, and whatever else they wanted to cheer. After we took Mike home, he sat in gasoline on the back of the truck and needed to shower and go to bed, the 3 of us went to Pizza Hut to eat with all of them and we had an absolute blast. The next morning we did the CCA parade we've been practicing for. Those kids loved it. Whenever there is a parade everything stops because everyone is there, family comes in from all over, the moms walk with their kids and give them snacks and drinks and shade along the way. This community is so familial, it's amazing! Mike and Ike danced, allot, we went a good ways and there was a percussion group that Raul marched in and a group of dancing girls from another small school. It was a great day, they finished with singing "One Way Jesus". I also drank from a bag for the first time, it tasted weird.
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Chapels 3 and 4 were done on a Thursday and . Wednesday because we had a day off on Friday September 9th for Dia de los Ninos, if I knew how to tilde I would. It is Children's Day, like Mother's Day or Father's Day but for all of the kids in Honduras, it is essentially a gigantic birthday party. There were games, soda, cake, pinatas, new outfits, fresh haircuts, and a bunch of sweaty, happy kids. They are so sweet. Allot of them do not get any attention at home, have broken families, or lack any christian examples at home, so we as teachers have the responsibility of stepping into their lives, discipling them, and being those examples that love and cherish them. We played games with them that involved some pretty cool looking collisions, everyone is fine, these kids are tougher than me, not saying much but still man, they don't go out easily. I may or may not have body slammed Mike and Ike over a piece of a pool noodle and still lost the game, not too proud of that one but we are all good, I said sorry and bought him a coke. Those kids loved it. I've only seen a couple of smiles ear to ear before I came here but these kids have that genuine emotion, whether it is happiness, anger, sadness, lazyness, etc. These kids are amazing, they deserve more than just this day.
At the second Chapel, again last hour of school on Fridays, the kids played a game where they had balloons tied to their ankles and had to step on the other color team's balloons, the green team one. They had the most balloons left between guys and girls after 1 minute of popping for each group. Mike and Ike then taught the older kids that even if you are the strongest, richest, prettiest, coolest, fastest, nicest person on earth, you cannot enter heaven without giving your life to Jesus Christ. The kids got to act it out, Raul and Enrique were body guards at Heaven's Gate, they had allot of fun. Aaron was the most handsome man alive and he worked it. The little girl looking at her buddy's teeth is Abigail, Ah-Bee-Gah-Eel. I love her name, she's tiny, fun to run with. |
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