On the way back, B’s dad and I kicked it in the
back of the truck and talked about everything from the housing crisis to why
people behave the way they do to places I must visit when I go to Maine. He’s a very likeable guy, both of her parents
are. We enjoyed the scenery on our grand
tour of the island. Riding in the back
of a truck is definitely the way to see it best. I wish I could have captured the people and
things I observed (typical island life) in photos to show to you.
M took us for a tour through the public hospital
in Coxen Hole, the only one on the island.
I’ve seen hospitals in third world countries before so I wasn’t too
shocked at what I saw. Let’s just say
the clinic we’ve been working at here is 10 times nicer. To give you some indication… the door into
Labor and Delivery was an old front screen door and the door into Surgery was
two pieces of plywood making a swinging door.
The word out there is that you only go to the hospital for two reasons –
either to have a baby or to die. So
true. There’s no way I would ever want
to spend ANY time there.
B headed back to the clinic for her afternoon
shift and then M, J, B’s parents, and I headed to West Bay to drop B’s parents
at their hotel. But first we ate lunch
at Nice n’ Spicy where I enjoyed a delicious Thai beef salad. M dropped us off at our apt. where we took
a short nap then I headed off to basketball practice to assist the hondureño
doctor with his basketball teams.
I love how important God is in the lives of the
people here and how much recognition they give Him. The doc/coach always starts and ends practice
in a team huddle with a prayer. So he had
me lead out with a prayer today, a real honor.
I introduced some new drills, worked with the post players on their
inside moves, coached one of the girls teams playing 5 on 5, then played with
the girls’ team against the boys. Oh
yeah. I embarrassed the heck out of
myself when I airballed 2 free throws IN A ROW (I literally haven’t shot a free
throw in 2 years, sad I know). But I
redeemed myself on the next free throw and made basket, not to mention
defense. The hondureño doc (who calls me
“Doc”) said the kids were impressed and thought I could probably dunk it. If only that were the case….
Well turns out I was at practice for 2.5 hrs and
still had to leave early to meet up with the rest of the gang in West End to
say goodbye before they all took off.
The hondureño doc just up and left his practice just to drive me to West
End. We stopped for a delicious
pastelito on the way. Caught the gang
for a few then M drove us all home. We
said goodbye to B and her parents. Now
we get to spend late hours into the night getting evaluations done and
packing. Can’t believe 6 weeks has
already gone by…
CANNOT WAIT to take a warm shower, drink water out
of the faucet, throw toilet paper in the toilet, wear cute clothes &
jewelry, and actually do my hair and makeup.
It’s going to be a good day to be back in the U.S.
3 comments:
Thank you Kristina for taking us all along on your Honduran adventures. It was great to know more about what J was doing and to see how much you both learned, both clinically and culturally. Your writing style certainly captures the flavor of your collective experiences! We parent types are looking forward to seeing our daughter types once again! Travel safe!
You made it!!
I've loved the updates! You hear this all the time, but you lead the most adventurous life. You are awesome is what I'm saying.
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