Day 3 is in the books and they keep getting better and better. It was a hot one but well worth it. We rolled up to Getsemani in our van and out in the distance, there were a few billows of what we thought was smoke coming out of the side of the mountain. It turned out to be a few billows of steam coming out of vents on the side of a volcano. It was very neat.
We had an opportunity to visit a family who will be moving into their new home next week. Seeing the home they currently live in that is made from mud bricks really makes you appreciate the impact that our efforts can have on a family. A solid, sturdy dry home with running water and electricity can be a significant improvement for many of these families. To see a short video of us meeting the new owner, go to www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5_eZea4-k4&
Our group split up and went to our designated houses and picked up where we left off yesterday. The relationships are getting closer and the laughter is getting louder. Even with the language barrier most of us are dealing with, it isn’t hindering the friendships being made one bit. It is wonderful to see and extraordinary to experience. A few Salvadorian volunteers had their last day today and it was surprisingly disappointing.
We had another brigade join the Getsimani project today. This brigade consisted of about 25 middle schoolers from Ahuachapán that arrived to help build for this unfortunate community. It is really good to see that the local community is also helping with the Habitat El Salvador vision.
Just thought I would tell you that I am blogging in the courtyard of our hotel and an avocado the size of an eggplant just fell out of the avocado tree and scared the tar out of me. This place is beautiful.
It was really hot today but nothing some fresh papaya or watermelon couldn’t quench. Lunch was great also as usual. The afternoon is when it gets a little tough. Rich had some help though this afternoon. His two friends kept pulling him away from work and drawing pictures for him. They kept calling him until he would come. “Richard!, Richard!” (pronounced R-ee-chard) He came back today with a nice portrait of himself with his shovel.
After cleaning up and laughing at stories about the day, we had dinner at the hotel and headed out to the town square for our usual ice cream fix. While we were out, we came across a pageant that was being performed in front of the church. It was “The Last Supper”. It was very symbolic not needing a translator for this pageant. The world seemed a little smaller.
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3 comments:
We are praying for you on this Maundy Thursday. As we think of Jesus washing the disciples' feet, we are grateful for your witness to his grace in El Salvador. Blessings to all of you - Millie
Hey Everybody!
I hope you have had a blessed Maundy Thursday! I have enjoyed keeping up with the blog and every time I look at the pictures I wish I was there with you. Having been there a few weeks ago makes it a much more powerful connection. I hope the rest of your week goes well and I can't wait to hear more about your experience.
In Christ,
Bob
We have followed your words and pictures each day of this Holy Week. Thank you all for what you are doing. Please say Hola to all of our sisters and brothers and tell them they are in our prayers at this special time. Gracias a Dios,
Paz y amor, Bruce
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