rural community

This weekend we went to a “rural community.” I don’t know exactly where it was in Honduras because that’s all that was on our syllabus: “rural community.” We left at 7a Friday and were home before 7p Saturday. But those 2 days were packed with things to do. It took about 5 hours to get there in our school bus. A number of us are a little sick, so the ride wasn’t the most fun thing to do, but at least we could try to sleep. Our group is really good at sleeping on the bus… the rides are so quiet almost the whole time! It makes me laugh. We visited agricultural projects and a medical clinic (which consisted of a relatively large house with a medical cabinet and a group of moms with kids 23 months or younger that helped the moms and kids stay healthy by regularly weighing the kids and giving vitamins and things like that. Our hotel was in the middle of nowhere. Literally. We had to take these crazy mountainous roads. They were so steep and there were so many hairpin turns and it was getting dark and it was raining. This is all happening at about 5:30-6pm. Finally, after many attempts, we took our backpacks and hiked the rest of the way up the mountain in the dark and the rain. The hotel was so great. It was like a camp. There were cabins with only 3 beds (with real mattresses) in each room, so it was like a hotel room, but the rooms weren’t all in the same building. It made me really miss camp. It was such a fun place. As we were leaving, we also had to do quite a bit of hiking because the bus couldn’t make it. The bus eventually caught up with us, though, so it all turned out alright. What an adventure.