Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another. -George Eliot It wouldn’t be just to leave our discussions of Honduras without speaking of the people who forever changed us. Because there are so many of them in no particular order. Because there is no first or last in AMAZING…..
Our heads and hearts still spinning from our travels: navigating through two airports, landing in what I found out after-the-fact is one of the most dangerous cities in the world, (don’t GOOGLE stuff. it’s just best.) our INTENSE ride over the mountain and at long last the magnificent valley of El Zamorano …
Our heads and hearts still spinning from our travels: navigating through two airports, landing in what I found out after-the-fact is one of the most dangerous cities in the world, (don’t GOOGLE stuff. it’s just best.) our INTENSE ride over the mountain and at long last the magnificent valley of El Zamorano …
Picture with me a cityscape where the tall buildings appear trapped amidst the smog. Or a heavy fog on the lake so thick you can’t see the trees you know were there the night before. You squint because you think it will help and yet it doesn’t. That’s my heart and soul since Honduras….
Picture with me a cityscape where the tall buildings appear trapped amidst the smog. Or a heavy fog on the lake so thick you can’t see the trees you know were there the night before. You squint because you think it will help and yet it doesn’t. That’s my heart and soul since Honduras….
Back in the day of ditto sheets and textbooks, and the little girl in class that tailed the teacher, brown-nosing every chance she got? Always eager to assist and more than willing to take any teaching materials the teacher was willing to cast aside. That was me. Dot-to-dots were my ABSOLUTE favorite teacher discard. ABC, dot-to-dots,…