Vagabond values – B

We are now a random family of six in a single cab truck that works only semi-consistently. We are in the full swing of language school that somehow only 'swings' about ½ as fast as desired. We just came out of a week of 'Carnival' -which fitting to it's name allowed us 3 various opportunities to view how Hondurans spoil their 'carne' – with too much fried food, beer, and dancing... and as usual around here – any extra event brings extra garbage and noise.

The 3 boys each have their own machete. We all lay on our bed together at night and watch movies with Spanish subtitles and we snack on anything we can get our hands on. Lucy spent one night in a cardboard box and Dru was out learning to juggle until 4:30 in the morning one night when it was too noisy to sleep. And right now the kids are 'swimming' in a 3 ft. plastic tub. And I am beginning to think we are becoming more Honduran by the moment.

I am easily frustrated while in school because I feel like we aren't 'doing' anything, and sometimes I question what we are 'becoming.' But the kids are laughing and right now Jude is singing in Spanish, Jarod is showing a considerable amount more patience with car trouble than he ever did in the states, and Dru has done more dishes and laundry in the past week than in his whole life combined. So... maybe we are learning... to be patient … to be gracious... to live together in the back of a truck... and speak broken Spanish... wow... what values we are imparting to our children.

Please pray that my attitude will improve and that the car will be like a $10 – 1 hr. fix. Thanx.

Ready for our carnival adventure:


On a river adventure:


My Machete men: