Yesterday we arrived at El Sembrador where we will be for over two weeks (we're pretty happy about it cause we like it here). The website for El Sembrador is:
It's nice and peaceful out here...we can sit and listen to crickets and these very odd sounding frogs (they sound like video games!). The town of Catacamas is close by but the school is surrounded by quite a bit of land...oh and beautiful mountains.
Yesterday after we got here we ate with one of the missionary couples and then went into town to get some groceries (we are sharing an apartment with Alyssa, another VIA who is working at El Sembrador for her 3 months).
We also got to walk around Catacamas some and go in some little shops. After that we just went back, made supper and hung out with the boys til their curfew.
Today was church (which was different than normal because it was the Day of the Bible) followed by Chinese food in town with all of the missionaries. The food was ordered family style and GIANT plates of food were brought out for us to share...5 people ate off of one order of rice and one order of noodly-vegetable-meat stuff...and then 3 of us had some more for dinner....and there is still some left. It's pretty insane (and really good!). Then we spent the afternoon hang out with the boys playing countless games of Uno. After that was church. And then more hanging out with the boys, this time at the basketball court (which is where we hung out last night).
Earlier today I was thinking about how I wish this trip would help me to know if I should pursue missions in Central America. I was kiind of down because I thought maybe I should have that feeling already (even if it was a just sort of a short-lived excitement over being here). But I haven't been feeling anything either way really. I mean, I've enjoyed almost everything I've done. Everywhere I have been I have met wonderful people. All of the missionaries have been great. We haven't suffered at all. So I was starting to wonder if my lack of feeling on the the matter was a sign that I have no future in Latin America. God's calling has typically been pretty clear to me in matters like this. I've definitly felt called to go to Central America before, but I thought that maybe this trip was the extent of my calling. Tonight in church though I really started to feel like my time in Central America will not be done with this trip. I really want to come back...maybe to Honduras, maybe not....for a lenthy-er amount of time...few years at least.
I want to learn to speak Spanish. Fluently. I can kind of communicate, but not really. I can only imagine what it sounds like. I am sure that I am always using the wrong word, have horrible grammer, and that my accent is hilarious at best. But I want to change that.
I don't want these three months to be the end of things for me here. And I feel that I am called to come back. It will take more time-here and back in the US for me figure out what all of this means, but I think I have my answer. I hope I do. I like it here.