Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I'm the illest.

I've been wanting to get sick for a while now. Just hit me like a ton of bricks and get this whole thing over with please. Well, I knew it was coming.

And now I am sick. Officially sick, not just circumstantial, like tired or having had the wrong thing to eat. I feel like my head is full of water.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Haiti.

On Monday, the quakes were felt in Honduras, but news travels slow here and I had no idea how hard they had hit Haiti until several days after the fact. I'm struggling to wrap my mind around the devastation; the number of casualties is just unreal to me. It's so much easier to avoid such stark realities, but even from this distance, I still feel the horror.

Here are some extremely powerful images taken by Damon Winter for The New York Times.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Dear loved ones,

If you ever wonder what someone is up to, the answer is a whole lot of something you don't know. That's what I always say. Anyway, I've been quite awful at keeping everyone up to speed. So here I am standing at the halfway mark of my time here in Honduras, just nodding my head like "yeah, it's about time to start blogging. So here goes something...

To recap and get you up to speed:

-I live in a small village called Villa Verde, which is on a big mountain called Mt. Celaque, which is outside of a small town called Gracias, which is in a small country called Honduras. Ever heard of it? Yeah, probably not.

-I live in a tiny little house with three wonderful friends/co-workers. Co-existence couldn't be any more blissful.

-I am a teacher for Abundant Life Christian School. It is a bi-lingual PreK-9 school with about 250 students. I teach Preschool! Yeah! Imagine that!

-I have twelve students. My class is a joy to the world, a perpetually tipped over giggle box. They are just the most terrific group, I love them.



So, I'm going to make an honest attempt at updating this consistently. I don't know, maybe I'm a fool to be writing this and believing that it means something, and someone someday soon will show me, but the memories are mine. Everything that passes. Even I can't undo it.


I miss you all.

With love,

Jacki