I hope this note finds you in the best of health and appreciation for cheesy musicals
Yesterday, the students in the school where I teach (CECOM) returned from their summer vacation to a bright, newly decorated classroom. For the next six weeks my role will shift from teacher to classroom supervisor and teacher's aid. Instead, a Honduran woman, Fannie, will be conducting class lectures in order to fulfill her teacher training practicum and I will give feedback and support. This is great news for the students (1st & 4th graders) b/c Fannie actually has half a clue what she's doing! The class is already way more organized and well structured. I'm looking forward to picking up a lot of great techniques and practices from her.
Since I am not as occupied with lesson planning, I've decided to volunteer English classes at a church every Sunday. If any of you are familiar with vacation bible school (VBS) it's along those lines. In exchange I get to practice their drum kit and pick up some piano lessons (double kA-cHiNg!1!1!). These peeps are way into Jesus and love to dance and shout while they sing worship, it's actually an amazing and impressive physical workout. All of the teachers are women except for one dad, who's co-teaching with his wife. I met the pastor through my neighbor, Doña Isabela. She loves feeding me great Honduran staples such as carne endiablada (deviled meat...while it boils the grand-kids and I eat it raw with squirts of lemon!); sopa mondongo (AWESOME soup with rumen and reticulum tripe and potatoes); baleadas (tortillas with refried beans and hot, creamy buttermilk), and other exciting mouthfuls.
Dad, Mom, Megan and I gallivanted through the country for 10 days soaking up each other's company and absolutely loving it. One day while around the largest lake in Honduras, we asked a local guide to lead us under and behind a 140 foot waterfall called Pulhapanzak. There were leaps of faith, pounding, blinding and deafening segments where our only impression of security held on to either hand. We'd see local boys hopping from muddy rock to muddy rock until they flung themselves from their launch patch 40 feet above the river. And the rainbows!!!!!!!!! They were mistbows!!!!!!!!!!
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