Hotel Mac Arthur. July 28, 2011.
There is so much stuff to do! We saw the building site, the road to where the trash dump is, and a there was a lady sweeping her porch that must've had at least 7 cows!
I wish I could have brought my watercolors - there is so much interesting stuff and so many colorful buildings that would be so fun to paint! Dad said to take pictures and then I could paint from those - which isn't a bad idea, but it's not the same as painting on location. I just got a great idea! I could paint from my pictures once I'm home and see if I could sell those paintings to raise money for Honduras!
Honduras is beautiful, but you can definitely tell you're in a third world country. For one, we can't drink the water. We have to have bottled water everywhere we go and for everything we do - even something simple like brushing your teeth. And you can't flush your toilet paper either. There is a bin that sits next to the toilet where you place your used shtuff. Gross, right? Also, we travel everywhere in a big yellow school bus. The roads are narrow and traffic laws are merely suggestions that not even the police follow. I'm so glad I'm not driving anywhere!
I'm nervous for tomorrow. I don't know what I'll be doing and I don't know what to expect. I'm sure I'll grow a lot, but I'm still in that panic/shock phase. I don't feel like I've really prepared for this properly - I was just thrown right in the middle. Like when you're teaching someone to swim only instead of starting off easy, you just make them jump right in the middle of the lake. Swim or sink style. But I'm so glad for this experience.
I have to be down at breakfast at 7 am. That's going to be tough for the girl who stays up til 2 and gets up at 9:30. I think tomorrow will definitely be a little rough, but nothing I can't handle. It's been a long day, but I'm finally here. I finally made it to Honduras.