Hora Santa

I’ve realized how little I’ve shared some of my personal reflections, so here goes.

Almost every night of the week I accompany the students to a service at St. Rosa de Lima, the Catholic Church in town. Over the last five months I’ve spent a lot of time in the pews there, reflecting, listening, and praying. Last year when I was accepted into this program, I was uncertain about how the very present religious life of the mission would change me. In fact, it was one of my biggest hesitancies. In college I wasn’t much of a church-goer, and put my spirituality on the back burner. Yet, I was confident that I would be able to continue to be a role model for the students. I have always believed strongly in the love and dedication to justice that is deeply rooted in the Catholic faith.

Every Thursday is Holy Hour, something that I don’t always look forward to. Normally it’s a challenge to stay focused for such a long time and be present. But tonight was different.

From the very beginning of Holy Hour I felt open to the strong feelings of love and faith. Praying before Christ on the altar was ever powerful. During the Easter season and up until a few weeks ago the crucifix hanging over the altar had been covered with a tapestry. Tonight the crucifix served as just another reminder of the never-ending love and sacrifice of Christ. Rigo, a friend and the person directing the prayer, reminded us to give all of ourselves to God.

I thought of the last five months and how much I’ve grown and come to enjoy the scripture and its messages. I thought of the past week, of the little acts of kindness that I had witnessed and the love that I feel each time I enter the Center. I thought of everything that I’m thankful for, here in Guaimaca and in the States.

I’ve always felt a strong connection with the Holy Spirit, but lacked such with the Holy Trinity. Last month I read Pope John Paul’s reflections on the Eucharist, gaining insight to what that sacrament means for the priests. It helped me to recognize and further develop my own beliefs. This night deepend that insight and understanding even further. I could feel God present in those around me and felt honored to be a part of the Adoration.

In the middle of one of the times of silent prayer, the chorus started singing a song called Los Angeles de Dios:

Hay angeles  presentes en este lugar

En medio del pueblo en junto al altar

Subiendo y bajando en todas las direcciones

No sé si la iglesia subió o si el cielo bajó

Si sé que está lleno de angeles de Dios

Porque el mismo Dios está aqui.

My mom had brought a cd of Spanish music with her when she visited last week with my dad and brother. In her down time at the Center she played this song on repeat, trying to learn the words in Spanish. Needless to say, it was stuck in my head for the entire week and as much as I disliked it, I found myself singing along.

When it was sung tonight, the first time that I’ve heard it at our church, it was absolutely beautiful. I could feel the energy and strength in the voices of those singing along. But mostly I was so moved by the fact that it was being sung, after my mom had shared how much the song meant to her. I couldn’t help but see it as somewhat of a sign. It felt like her love and faith that she has shared with me for the past 22 years was there with me, continuing to guide me and my faith. (Cue lots of messy crying.) I know that I will look back on this moment as a turning point, and can feel how something has changed within me. 

The northern coast

This last week was semana de los estudiantes, which meant our second vacation. After almost eleven hours of travel, we reached the northern coast. MaryAnne from Stonehill´s Campus Ministry was kind enough to connect us with Andrea, a friend living in La Ceiba. There we were graciously welcomed by her and her family. She is a director of Finca del Niño, an orphanage three hours outside of La Ceiba. The next morning we headed there to see what the mission was like.

We stayed in the house which homes about twenty volunteers, all with different roles around the Farm. Some were teachers, others psychologists or social workers, and some managed the food supply. They all agreed to a two and a half year commitment, living in community, and supporting the mission. It was really great to see how a larger community functions (coming from one of just three people). The experience also bettered my ability to see the strengths and weaknesses of our community.

The Finca had beautiful grounds, and was right on the ocean (which I certainly enjoyed)! It´s an all-in-one deal with a school and a clinic right within their walls. The children from the surrounding aldeas also attended the school, along with the thirty or so orphans. It had a neat living arrangement, with parental figures and a houseful of kids organized by age and gender.

Before leaving, we decided to check out a zip lining place. We found out that one of the owners and one of our guides was a Congressman, that this was his side project while he wasn´t working. The place hadn´t opened to the public yet, but it was recommended so we took our chances. And boy, did we. We went zipping through the woods, past palm trees and mangroves. Each time that we climbed the tower to zip off of, it swayed and some of the zip lines weren´t adjusted correctly… so everyone had to turn around and pull themselves in to the end. By the end of our round, we had the option to continue on a zip line over the water. But only Chris decided to go while Matt and I watched some fishermen on the river. Chris came back a while later, soaked! For starters, one of the adventure bridges was a little wacky. He ended up crawling, with his security cord right by his side instead of safely taut above him. Then when they got to the last zip line, the one that ends on the dock, it was way too loose. Two of them ended up having to crawl backwards along the line, pulling themselves to the end (while being pelted with waves coming in!). The Congressman stopped midway and had some of his friends on the beach bring over a ladder so that he could get down! I wish I could´ve seen the spectacle, but I´m just glad that I decided not to go.

Fortunately, the Congressman gave us a ride an hour to a midway point to catch our next bus. Unfortunately, however, we missed the bus, then realized that the town we were in wasn´t even mentioned in our guide books. We relied on the kindness of a store owner who drove us to a Hotel California (a couple days after Matt swearing that he would never for the life of him stay in a hotel with such a name).

Before we got to the hotel we were approached by a man at the bus stop. He was really excited to share his story with us, and I was just as willing to listen. He was on his way to the capital to protest and to fight for the rights of his fellow farmers. He told us about his compañeros that were recently killed for protesting. He had some interesting insight to Honduran culture- he was upset with Zelaya that he doesn´t share his wealth like he promises- and it shows their expectations to care for each other, especially their government. In that area there are a good number of larger corporations Dole (who plays a historical role in the development of the city), and a handful of palm oil companies. Apparently the owner of one of the palm oil companies is also a huge drug dealer as well. The land to the east is pretty undeveloped and is known for being home to drug producers. So this man was hoping that we could spread the word, so if you want to check it out, he was part of the Movimiento Unificado Campesino de Honduras.

The next morning we headed back to La Ceiba, to visit the Finca´s apartments for the teenagers once they´re in Bachillerato. It was a neat set-up and they were extremely hospitable. We walked around town, peeked in an art gallery, scoured a bookstore, and spent some time on the beach (with a dead dog and a few sewage pipes being pumped into the ocean…).

The next day we traveled an hour to the Pico Bonito National Park for a hike to a waterfall. We stumbled upon a really neat art collective that supports environmental efforts, using recycled materials for their work. It was mostly youth and seemed like a neat hang out for them. I wish that our students had opportunities like this to express themselves and socialize with other youth from town. It´s also refreshing to see youth who are spreading environmental awareness and not just value the earth´s beauty but act to protect it.

Also went to Sambo Creek, a Garifuna village outside of Ceiba. There wasn´t much going on, but there was a beautiful beach (with some nakie boys that were intent on playing with us) good seafood for the guys, and a bit of an insight to the Garifuna culture. Back in Trujillo we had the opportunity to go to a Garifuna mass where they danced, sang and clapped to the drums, and spoke in their native tongue.

It was a very nice trip and we got to see a good part of the northern coast, but as always, it´s lovely coming home. When we met Denis at the bus station, a friendly face from the parish, I was even more excited to head home and continue our life here.

I´m a bit nervous about classes coming up. Aside from not speaking Spanish for the past week, it´s been pretty stressful recently with my new schedule. I have two tutoring sessions (one with Sister Gloribel and the other with Manuel), English for 7^th, 8^th, and 10^th grades, Spanish review for 10^th and 11^th, Study Techniques for 7^th, 8^th, and 9^th, two gym classes, on top of the spiritual activities at night and tutoring sometimes until 9:00. So needless to say, it´s quite a work load.

This week is Tori´s departure, a retreat, a second psychologist visit, a dental group from UCLA at the medical center, and Kris is coming on Saturday…lots going on! And 15 days until Mom, Dad, and Mitch visit!! :)

Graduation

Last night I had the pleasure of graduating at el Centro Marie Poussepin.

As most of you know (for those who don´t), I graduated a semester early and finished my undergrad in December. This past Sunday was Stonehill´s Class of 2011 commencement ceremony. Since I´m here in Honduras, I was unable to attend with the rest of my classmates and good friends. It was difficult to be so far away and disconnected from it all.

The weekend passed as normal, and I wasn´t expecting any sort of celebration. I was able to have a family party before I left, so I felt that my graduation was behind me. Last week we were told that we would be celebrating Sister Teresa´s birthday but that it was a surprise.

So at 6:30 the bell rang and everyone gathered under the mango tree. I went prepared with my card for Sister Teresa, signed by all of the tutors. Matt called everyone´s attention and then turned to me and told me to go change. Andrea guided me into the back room to put on a graduation cap and gown. After trying to collect myself from such a surprise and stop laughing/crying, I came out to find the girls lined up, creating a pathway leading to the gazebo. Some students were decked out with confetti and bubbles for when I passed by. When I finally reached the gazebo, it was lit up in glow sticks that said Bienvenida. The lights turned on and it was decorated with Felicidades and in Stonehill´s purple and white.

Everyone gathered in and Sister Teresa said a few words and said a blessing. Then Andrea and Matt both spoke. I was really moved by what Matt shared with everyone present. It was an excellent opportunity to reach out to the students, to show them the connection between education and personal development, that schooling is more than just memorizing from books. He talked about the values that each of us had learned from Stonehill and are now sharing our gifts with the students. I hope that they were able to take something away from what he said, to value an accomplishment such as a graduation, and to be motivated to complete their studies. Chris then made it official by handing me my diploma, which was artfully crafted by Matt and Andrea. It seems pretty legitimate, even signed by Sister Teresa and Father Craig.

As if that wasn´t enough of a surprise, Sister Teresa had thought the whole time that the celebration was just for my graduation! So then the board was turned around, changing it from a graduation hat to party balloons. Everyone sang and laughed as Sister reacted, quite surprised. II Bachillerato sang a song for each of us, about endings and new beginnings, I Ciclo danced, and the rest of the grades had made quite beautiful cards.

I was asked to share my words with them before we ate the ice cream that was to come. I was still so overwhelmed that I didn´t have many words. But I mainly shared that although I was far away from my family
and friends, I was glad to be celebrating with my family here.

Then the dancing started. The girls normally have an hour of silent
study time, but instead the Sister let them dance until bedtime! They
seemed to have a nice time, and it was good to see them have fun and
relax.

Matt and Andrea had been working over the weekend and all day Monday on decorating and organizing everything. It was a really nice thing to do for Sister and I. (I even found my tassle from my cap tied onto my bike this morning.) It was such a nice night. As Andrea was guiding me in back to put on the cap and gown, she said- this will be a graduation you´ll never forget. And boy, was she right.

Felicidades!

Congratulations to Stonehill´s Class of 2011!

I hope that you all have enjoyed Cape Week and the other senior celebrations. : )  I miss you dear friends and will be thinking of you today as you take the next step in your journeys!

Guaimaca

Our small town of Guaimaca is just under two hours outside of the capital, Tegucigalpa. The city itself is only about 12,900 or so. With its13 aldeas, the population comes to about 20,000. (stats thanks to Wikipedia)

The center of town is built around the Catholic church and the park. Sometimes on weekends I´ll bring a book or my journel and find an empty park bench under a shady tree. There´s always a lot of action in the park during the day- people from the aldeas with their pickup trucks selling produce, people waiting for buses, or just sitting and chatting with friends. Surrounding the park you´ll also find a bank, ice cream shop, and some corner stores. About a block away is the main market, where we buy the fruits and veggies  that the farm doesn´t produce. The supermarket that we frequent is just a couple blocks from there, and it´s one of the few where you can walk up and down the isles. With the others, you have to order at the counter. There are a lot of things that we´re used to having easy access to (olive oil, chocolate chips, brown sugar, just to name a few) that we aren´t able to find here in town and can only be bought on trips to the capital.

From the house to the Center is about a five minute bike ride (we each bought our own bikes to get around town. mine is even decked out with a handydandy basket!). By now I´ve memorized the potholes, manholes, and speedbumps (believe me, there are a lot of these obstacles) on our route. I´ve also grown accustomed to saying goodbye to our neighbors when they´re out, seeing the man outside sweeping in front of his shop, and greeting the banana lady outside her pulperia.

On almost any street you´ll find lots of people walking or riding bikes, stray dogs, garbage (and the all-to-common pile of burning garbage), and trees loaded with mangos, plantains, or coconuts.

The house on a quiet dirt road right off of the main road. (Every now and then a pair of horses or an entire herd of cows pass by our house. Matt and I have tried to feed them some carrots, but they wouldn´t come near us.) It´s a place that I´ve certainly come to call home over the past four months. Since we´ve arrived, we´ve been able to add homey touches here and there. We´ve added a comfy hammock on the side porch that we and the neighborhood kids enjoy, added to the varied book collection, collected different games (including Risk!), hung our house covenant on the wall, and plastered our rooms with cards and notes from home. We even have our own collection of recipes (that our temperamental oven sometimes destroys) from our families and neighbors.

In our side yard we have our own mango tree and lime tree. I´ve really enjoyed watching the fruit grow and ripen. The mango tree was in bloom when we arrived and the mangos are just ripening now. We´ve made some delish mango salsa, mango marmalade, and mango smoothies. It´s glorious being able to snack on fresh mangos off the tree. The neighbors frequently ring our doorbell just to ask for mangos-they´re that good.

In back we have a pila which serves as our washing machine. It´s hard to describe, but it´s basically a cement contraption that holds our water, with an area to scrub our clothes on a ribbed surface. It´s a lot more work that throwing clothes into the washing machine, but I enjoy the therapeutic qualities of its labor.

Luckily we are able to compost our food scraps, thanks to our connection with the farm. They have a large-scale compost system that we add to, ending up as organic fertilizer.

The water in the house isn´t potable, so we take water from the wells at the Center (which have been tested to be clean). Most families in town are forced to buy their drinking and cooking water.. for those that can afford it.

The rainy season has certainly arrived. We´ve had several storms in the past two weeks, accompanied by strong winds, thunder and lightning. Yesterday I sat on our front porch to journal and watch the storm and also saw our neighbor´s roof of their shed get ripped off. I can´t imagine how many homes are flooded or damaged. And at the farm a good number of crops were killed by the acid rain. We´re pretty lucky with only a few leaks around the house.

I hope that gives some insight to my lovely house and hometown. And I´ll try to be better about updating in the future! :)

Felices Pascuas

Easter is not only an important week for the Church, it´s quite busy! I didn´t expect to be spending so much time at church, but was happy to be part of the Easter celebrations. Thursday night I went to mass where Father Craig washed the feet of several parishioners. Friday morning was Via Cruces, the re-enactment of the Passion. We processed through the town, following the youth of the parish who were dramatizing the Stations of the Cross. At each station there was an alfombra, an image made out of dyed sawdust. Each image was distinct and went with the station. They were also varying in size-one was big enough to cover the width of the front of the church!

On Friday I took part in two other processions through the streets. The first was led by a group of men carrying a glass casket decorated with flowers that held a statue of Jesus. We walked from the church to a cemetary, singing and praying along the way. The second procession was later Friday night, and traditionally only women were allowed to go. It´s meant to be a time to accompany Mary in her suffering, so we said the rosary and stopped at a few altars along the way. It was touching to see how many people were involved and willing to set up an altar in front of their home.

On Saturday night I went to the fire blessing, held a block down from our house. It started with a blessing of the Easter candle. After lighting the candle, we each lit our own individual candles and then processed through the streets to the church. When we arrived, the church was left in darkness, but lit up only by our individual candles. It was quite moving to see the symbolism, that each of us carries the light of Christ and in the end, people are what give life to the church. We listened to a few readings from the Old Testament while in the dark and then the lights went on, we sang, and listened to readings from the New Testament (at least I think that´s what was happening). It was a nice ceremony, and a beautiful way to welcome Easter day.

On Easter we went to mass in the morning, with the church decked out in green and white. When we went home, we did a treasure hunt! Tori had put clues throughout the house that led us to an Easter basket hid in the mango tree. She made us each a cross-shaped cookie accompanied by a mango bunny. (My favorite clue was: I´m a very expensive paperweight. It ended up being my crap computer. Haha) I was excited that we were able to have our own kind of Easter celebration, and one that reminded us of home. It was hard being away, but we were kindly invited to dinner at Father Craig´s with the Sisters. It certainly wasn´t the same as home (or Gram´s cooking), but was very nice to share the meal and holiday with such good company.

Overall, it was a lovely holiday. Towards the end of our break, I wasn´t sure how I felt about going back to school. It was nice to have time to ourselves and relax, and I was getting a bit spoiled. But over the weekend I saw a couple students and was filled with joy. I was so excited to see them both. It reassured me that I was ready to tackle another trimester with the students.

Every trimester we change classes, so after this review week and tests next week, we´ll be starting fresh. We won´t find out our exact assignments until tomorrow, but the main classes are English, Math, Psychology, and Economics. I´m looking forward to teaching something that I know well, instead of material that I have to learn first and then teach (like Spanish grammar or an analysis of a Honduran legend).

Hopefully I¨ll be able to post some pictures of the trip and of Semana Santa, but don´t hold your breath!

¡Nuestro Primero Viaje! Our First Trip!

This past week was Semana Santa (Holy Week), an important time of year for the Church. Pretty much everything shuts down that week and everyone heads to the beach or nearest swimming hole. My housemates and I travelled to San Pedro Sula (the industrial capital) for a night and to Copán Ruinas for three nights. In San Pedro we were lucky enough to meet up with one of the psychologists that we met the previous week. She brought us to some neat places in the city including a cultural museum and a fast food chicken restaurant that she was very proud of (I really threw them off when I ordered rice and beans without one of the fifty different chicken options).

Then we headed to Copán, home of Hondura´s only site of Mayan ruins. It was a pretty touristy town and a lot safer than what I´ve been used to in Guaimaca. So just getting away on its own was a bit liberating. I enjoyed venturing through the cobblestone roads, visiting a photo exhibit, and even just sitting and reading in the central park. The ruins were pretty interesting. We were able to climb up the steps of the temples and touch sacrificing stones (equipped with slots to let the blood of the sacrificed run down). I also went on a really beautiful nature walk and saw some truly grand trees. I do wish that I had put down the money for a guide, but it just wasn´t in our budget. There wasn´t much information out along the paths, but it was still neat to witness the grandiosity of a civilization that flourished so many years ago.

The next day we ventured to Macaw Mountain. It is a bird park that accepts birds from captivity. From there, they breed them and set the youngins out into the wild. It´s mostly an educational park and it afforded us the opportunity to get up close with the birds native to Honduras. They were quite brilliant.

Possibly the best part of our trip was stumbling upon a small brewery run by a German man on the outskirts of town. Let me explain my excitement. Since our first month here, I realized that one of the things that I would miss most (talking food-wise) is good quality beer. Honduras has about three options, and they’re all watered down… the best of all being Corona. So sitting down at this brewery, being able to truly enjoy a cold wheat beer was marvellous. So this German man had settled in Copán fourteen years ago and now has a family and his own brewery. He was so passionate about his work that he gladly showed us the brewing process and his equipment. It was quite neat.

We returned Wednesday night of Holy Week so that we could be back for the Easter services. Coming back to Guaimaca made it feel even more like home…even though the electricity had gone out.