Hands on our hips, feet shoulder width apart, chins confidently jetting out as we looked back at ourselves in the mirror with serious faces. Our power pose. Nuestro pose de fuerte (because I didn't know how to translate it any better). I looked at the two confident girls standing in front of me. Their squirmy attention spans and giggles filled the room as they waited for me to give them broken instructions on what we'd be doing next. "Podemos hacerlo," I said with a smile attempting a classic Honduran lip point and head nod to signal they should say the same. They repeated in unison, "PODEMOS HACERLO." We put our hands juntos, basketball team style (read: where your hands are all piled on top of each other), and threw them up in the air with a silly squeal while we shouted one more time, "PODEMOS HACERLO." Little did they know this preparation for their final exams was as much for me as it was for them. --------- Mas o menos most d...
Just a young woman navigating the way of the world one prayer at a time.