Lentemente....is not a word.

Gracias Dios, estoy segura que este lugar...

So I've been here for a couple of days, but it feels like much longer. I am sitting at the table with Joel, while Allison makes popcorn and tea for us. Four kittens are playing with their mama, Patches, who is about to nurse them to sleep. The dog Late (Lah-tay) got in a fight today on the way back from La Moriah, the place where Erick and Larry and I worked. We were helping to move dirt for the adobe bricks of Toyano's new house, which he is building. He saved up money for a tin roof through working for Larry, as he has for the last 10 years. It's pretty cool. He has lots of kids, and they are all really funny. All of them helped us move the dirt as much as they could. The youngest would carry two shovel scoops, all the way on up to the 14 of Larry and Erick (or something like that). The las two times we filled everyone's bags and then all walked up together to dump the dirt. It was a good reminder of what the church should look like, everyone doing as much as they can, which sometimes doesn't seem like much. Toyano would have helped, but his sister-in-law died unexpectedly and he went down the mountain to be with everyone for a memorial (I think it was a memorial). Now, he didn't just walk (or drive), he walked down the mountain. Which he does every day. The walk is pretty rough going up, lots of rocks and windy paths. When we walked it this morning, Larry was ever so kind to stop every once in a while to point out some plant or some view, meanwhile Erick and I got to rest. Larry is a runner, so it seems like he has lots of endurance. I...do not, anymore at least. So it was a very interesting battle going on in my head as we walked up. I was thinking, I can't do this. How am I going to be a farmer? What if I just can't do it? Maybe I should just turn around and go pack to the campamento. Maybe I should give up on every dream of living this kind of life. Praise God, it was rough, but we made it of course. It was a good day.

Yesterday Allison and I watched kids from different schools in the area play futbol in a tournament. Allison said the kids on the other team are taller because their families raise cattle and they get milk. Interesting.

Tomorrow some kids are coming to the campamento and we will get to play.

Joel just laughed at me because I drank the tea when it was a little hot. Or atleast I made a face as I tested it. He is wonderful. He is 31 years old and mentally retarded. Each day he goes out to gather bottles and cans that they eventually take to La Ceiba so he can cash them in. Yesterday when we drove through the cuenca, it seemed that everyone knew him. He is probably the most famous, and definitely the sweetest, person here. He makes me smile every time we talk.

Also, there is Don Victor. Don Victor is 97 years old.
Joel y Don Victor live here. Along with Erick and Carla. Erick and Carla are given scholarships from by Larry and Allison to go to a local university. Carla is my roommate and we get along very well. She is patient with me when I ask her to repeat something and neither of us are very good at volleyball. Erick is a very hard worker, and I am sure he will be some sort of community leader one day, not necessarily an official one, but at least someone that everyone respects.

Behind me there is a cool gecko eating a moth, just a side note.

As the days go on, I am more convinced that this place is exaclty where I should be. I'm not just here to agricultural things, I think that maybe God brought me here to heal a little bit. And it feels like that's exactly what's happening.

...es exactamente donde me quiere. Amen.