San Jose, Honduras: HOME!

Home again, home again, jiggidy jig!

As of yesterday, I'm back home for the first of my three returns to the USofA. It is WEIRD here!

I promise a more sufficient update later, but in the meantime, enjoy these pictures... most of them have been up here for a week or so (thanks, Kirsten!), but there are a few new photos and captions stuck in there too, so take another look... enjoy!

Here I am shamelessly taking self-timed photos of myself posting an announcement for the community meeting. This one is being posted on a "pulperia" (convenience store) in Guanacaste.

The meeting announcement. If you speak Spanish really well, please don't read it too closely, as you'll probably tear apart my grammar!

Coming back from Sunday market, looking very Honduran in my Sunday best, with my "matate" full of fruits and veggies.

Next, here are a few photos that happened when my neigbors, Wilson and Leonal,
discovered my camera and then proceeded to take, well, about 50 photos....I'm pouring water on his head. Wilson never knew what was coming....

Leonel, the photographer, figuring out that he can take photos of himself. What a face!

Setting up a shot with two of the student "guides" that helped me find
the houses in Potreros when I was taking photos for the scholarships.

The shot, which they loved.

This is one of the families I visited while taking pictures for the scholarships. They were striking both for their degree of poverty and their incredible kindness. The wall-less structure they are standing in front of is the house in which all six of them live. You are seeing the whole thing. That's it. For the photo, they all took a few minutes to put on their "nice clothes," wash off the soot from their arms and faces, and wet their hair; all this while I sat on their only chair, a plastic lawn chair that was sewn together along the seet and lacking a leg. I promised to bring them a copy of the photo when I return. It is for people like this that I am here.