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Today’s report filed by Joe Dorfmeister and Lisa Maher:
After waking up to the crow of the rooster at 6 o’clock we gathered for morning prayer and song. Breakfast consisted of Bimbo bread, which is our equivalent to Wonder Bread, frijoles, bananas, and cereal. We departed shortly after in the CFCA “church” vans to a gas station, a Shell one to be exact. We met the 4x4s a few minutes later and left for our mountain journey. This was to be an experience of a lifetime. About one and a half hour later one of the 4x4s experienced technical difficulties-it got stuck in a ditch. A little while later the 4x4 got out and we were on our way.
We arrived in Esquipulas safe and sound, but bruised and sweaty. We split into groups and visited local houses. Christina C., one of the group members, visited one of these houses and vividly remembers her experience.
”I visited a house that, I thought, was one of the nicer ones. It was pretty big. The only occupant that was there to greet us was a young boy, who was around the age of 12, and he told his family’s story. His mother has four other children and was their only income. Their father had left a few years ago to work in the U.S. and promised to send money but then met a woman and left his family forever. They were still one of the wealthiest families in the village, so they could afford a T.V. and a few other luxuries, but still needed the basic staples.”
After visiting the local houses, we went to the village school where we saw various traditional dances performed by the students. It was something most of us never have experienced before. We were given handmade keepsake boxes that showed their gratitude for what we have done for them.
After lunch came more than what we expected-a soccer game with the locals. Let’s just say that we were far from winning. They might not have all of the basics, but they sure do have soccer skills.
The next few hours were spent trying to converse with the students and making fun. Goodies were passed out, Joe W. was attacked more than once, and overall connected with them on a heart-to-heart level. We all knew we had an impact on them, and that they had an impact on us. Our visit was amazing.
The ride home from Esquipulas was like something from an episode of Road Rules. We crossed a river in pickup trucks and dodged pelting rain...the rest was and is now at the hands of God.
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