" ¿ Vas a ser una Sor (nun), doctora, o maestra?" Charlie* (one of the young boys) casually asked me, his arm on my shoulder and a huge grin spreading across his tiny face. "Hmm. ¿ Que piensas?" I asked, watching the weekly scrimmage futbol game in front of us trying to stifle a laugh at the very limited three options he presented. Within four seconds he responded, "Sor." -------------------- Almost every day I've lived here has felt like three days squished into one. From the moment I wake up (usually 5:07AM) to when I hit the pillow (on a good day 9:30PM), I've exhausted all of my energy and can barely recall what happened after morning prayer. I've been lucky to feel very at peace with the pace of life Honduras offers. It hasn't been a difficult adjustment to wash my clothes by hand and wait all day for them to dry on the line. I don't mind flushing the toilet with a bucket of water or washing my hair less because we hav...
Just a young woman navigating the way of the world one prayer at a time.