Honduras, Day 3

This is the day that Mr. Rooster decided to show off. He started cock-a-doodle-doing at 3:00 am and kept it up until pretty much Thursday when we left. There we many schemes made to off this alarm clock. Anyway, breakfast this morning was huevos rancheros. We divided into 3 groups. One group went to paint at a place called Mahogany Bay. Another group went to start a septic system for a single 19 year old mother of 4, one of whom has cerebal palsy. My group went to the missionary's house that is working with Little Hands, Big Hearts. This is a group that helps families of children with disablities get assistance with healthcare, nutrition, physical therapy, etc. Their house is up on a hill with a mudslide of a driveway and I believe the driveway was about 1/4 mile long. We covered about 1/3 of it with sand and gravel to help with traction. They are also needing a security wall built around LHBH, but tree stumps are in the way (like 100 tree stumps) We worked on getting some of the land cleared for that. They have 4 children and I loved spending time with them. They had a puppy that they wanted me to play with. After playing with this dog for a long time, Andrew said, "He has ringworm." Nice. This was hard, hard work. Harder than most of the teens had ever done. We left LHBH and met the rest of our group at the beach. The beach is very narrow. It is normally pretty clear I hear, but it was cloudy due to all the rain they've been getting. There were tons of sand dollars. There were also tons of sand fleas. There is a missionary vet that we worked with that actually lives in a house on the beach, so we got to rinse off at his house. We walked a couple of miles on the beach to a restaurant called El Delphin. It was pretty much the nicest restaurant in Trujillo. We had the place to ourselves and it was a nice catch-up for everyone. We had shrimp, fish, corn, a baked potato the size of a golf ball, and tortillas. AND SOFT DRINKS. We left there and walked (up the steepest hill I have ever seen) to the town square for ice cream. They had melon ice cream and it was wonderful. It really wasn't safe for the ladies to trek the few miles back to camp at night, so we piled into missionary trucks and went home that way. As gross as I was, I couldn't bear to shower in the icy shower.