Tales from a Gringa

Five weeks have passed, and I am definitely adjusting well to my new life in Honduras. My days are a mixture of tutoring and helping as a teacher’s aide at the bilingual school four days a week, from 7 a.m. to noon. The remainder of my time is a blend of communicating the ministry’s vision via media and spending time with kids at the Children’s Center.  The first video I made is about Sanctuary House Children’s Center, and you can view it here.  I also made a short recap video of the Independence Day Parade in Balfate (click here).

As you can imagine, I stick out a little bit around town—mainly because I am a new face, but also my skin color and race.  It is normal for Spanish-speaking countries to call Americans, “gringo” or “gringa.”  Some of the children center workers asked if I was “gringa gringa” or “half gringa.” I tell them that I am only half gringa and my Spanish is so-so.  My Spanish is coming along, however, and I am becoming more confident in my speaking.

One of the things I struggled with when I first arrived was the fact that I have to walk everywhere. The hospital and where I live is surrounded by a fence and has security guards.  I have to leave the gated area to walk less than a mile down the dirt road to the Children’s Center and the school almost daily.  I was really nervous about walking, and my heart raced every time I stepped past security.  I did not just travel all the way over here to not even be able to walk half of a mile down the road!  Through lots of prayer, meditation on Joshua 1, and simply just being in God’s will, I can tell you that I no longer fear walking down the road.  Truthfully, I am in a small town where everyone is somehow related and the missionaries are respected so I have nothing to worry about, EXCEPT when I can see the cattle coming down the road!  I stand by the security gate as the cattle pass and the guards laugh at me for being scared of cows.  Last week, as the cows ambled by, I noticed some smaller animals and asked the English-speaking security guard, “Is that a goat? The goats here look funny.” He replied with, “That is a baby cow (calf).”  Yeah, that happened... 

I was blessed to spend my 5th week in Honduras with some familiar faces:  Missions Pastor, Bruce Coble and his wife Jill.  They helped me spruce up my apartment to make my stay more comfortable (see pics below), and encouraged me in my walk with God.  My heart is full and so is my belly!