Well, as many of you may know (no thanks to the offical blog), we are alive and well after a month in the hills of Honduras. After much deliberation, reflection, and persistent guilt tripping (thanks attendees of the parent's weekend), we are now ready to continue proporting our prolific and poignant ponderances to you, our esteemed followers.
The morning of February 4, 2011, we hopped off a bus in La Entrada, Honduras, not sure what to expect. We were soon shuttled off in various vehicles to different parts of the country, accompanied by the leaders of the NGO groups that had agreed to organize our homestay experience and monitor us in the case of complications. One by one we were dropped off in front of homes, the nearest CASP member up to an hours walk away. As most of us were more than slightly preoccupied concerning the coming month, we found that we had irrationally expected Honduras to be a desert wasteland, devoid of vegatation, common amenities, human affection, or any sort of happiness in general. We were surprised to find a beautiful panorama of green mountainous hills, coffee fields of high altitude and even higher quality, and a people with a general interest in making clumsy and interculturally inept gringos feel quite at home.
Maybe it was just the caffeine rush that came with accustoming oneself to drinking five or more cups of coffee on a daily basis, but many soon found the energy and willpower of the people in their communities contagious and began to form a niche for themselves in their respective pueblos.Some found themselves the agregiously unprepared educators of eager and energetic Catracho (Honduran) youth, working in the local schools as English teachers in an education system that at times is sorely underfunded. Other members of the CASP team worked long days in the coffee fields or spent even longer mornings milking cows. Some learned to make tortillas and baleadas, handwash clothes, prepare the days corn or beans while generally attempting to soak in the vast knowledge of a community much different than our own. Whatever the task, CASP members completed it with a wholehearted desire to speak Spanish, learn the culture, and grow in more ways than one.
As you may imagine, there are too many wonderful stories to be expressed in this humble blog. Every experience was unique, and this makes it impossible to generalize. We hope to be able to get a list of personal blogs of people on the CASP team up soon so that you all can get a richer perspective of the last few months if you desire.
What can be said- We gained new friends, family, and a wider worldview than any could have imagined previously. Through trials and triumphs we lived a month in Honduras - a month none of us will ever forget.