We go up on a high hill that affords a view and line up to get our parting shots.
There are just some things you can’t fully see until you get sufficient distance, and even then you might not see it all. But you do your best.
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Friday is our day off. We have 2 hours at a downtown flea market and later host a pizza party for kids and houseparents, then enjoy an authentic Honduran meal that’s been prepared for us by the women.
I think of each of my teammates, fondly.
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Saturday morning, 3:15, we tackle the team house and try to make it sparkle. Washers hum, 17 sets of sheets to cycle through.
Waiting for the washers, I type.
20 hours from home.