Tag Archive: Central America

Acceptance and Love.

A friend of mine died last month. Jeanne and I spent many hours with him, sitting on our porch drinking coffee and engaging in stimulating conversation. He was an intelligent, yet unkempt man… Continue reading

Vacation like a philanthropist

Last week, I woke up at 5:30 one morning. I made a French Press for me and my roommate and then I climbed back on my bed and wrote in my journal for… Continue reading

The Library Oasis

We were at the school today compiling the list for our lunch sponsor program for 2013. Kendy (the English teacher) and I went around to each teacher, grades 0-9, asking for their observations… Continue reading

Timing is Everything. Especially God’s Timing.

In September of 2009, I went out to my dad’s to spend some quality time alone and with God. My dad and step-mom live on a beautiful farm in Arlington and I knew… Continue reading

Feature Blog Post: Jeanne in Utila

Quite often I can’t seem to find the words to describe what it is like living on the island of Utila and working with the poorest children and their families. The facts of… Continue reading

Island airport tarmac = Dog park

When you live on a small island (8 miles long by 3 miles wide) you have to get creative with daily life functions…like exercising your dog. I was dog-sitting for some dear friends… Continue reading

Escape. Alone. Death.

The other day I watched out my window as a few friends of mine took off down the road in their golf cart. I had no idea they were going to the burial… Continue reading

Life on Utila – Doc Rail

Last night I went out to see the sunset and grab a beer with friends. We settled down just before sunset at SkidRow, a local restaurant/bar. We pulled two tables together and each… Continue reading

Water. Lunch. Photo. School.

  I had a very successful time back in the States and it’s been very exciting to return back to this beautiful island of Utila, Honduras. While I was back in the States,… Continue reading

1900lbs of learning

There were so many purposes for me going back to the States for a few months and collecting books for the first ever library at Centro Educacion Basica Republica de Honduras on the… Continue reading

Books, books, books: from kids in Idaho to kids in Utila, Honduras!

Here are 800+ books ready to be boxed up and shipped to the public school of Utila, Honduras. I have a friend that I haven’t seen in almost 20 years, who is a… Continue reading

Oddities and specialties of Utila

My usual mode of transportation is a bike but last week I decided to walk since  it’s easier to capture life, with a camera in hand, on foot.  Here are some oddities of… Continue reading

New uniforms. Smiling faces. Joy. Joy. Joy.

Last Thursday and Friday we  delivered brand new uniforms to some of the children of Centro Educación Básica República de Honduras. Hopefully it was the first of many “deliveries” we make to the… Continue reading

Abandoned drug plane. Add it to Utila’s airplane boneyard.

There are many beautiful aspects of living here on the island of Utila. Many people think it would be absolute paradise to live on an island in the Caribbean. Before you get lost… Continue reading

28 shirts. 39 pants. 29 skirts. 27 boys shoes. 24 girls shoes.

At the beginning of the week we heard of a scheduled power outage for the entire island  from 6am-4pm on Wednesday (3.14.12) and that just happened to be the day we planned on… Continue reading

One life at a time.

As I have spent time in parts of this beautiful island where there are many people in extreme poverty, I have to balance the feeling of being overwhelmed with knowing that I can… Continue reading

Hunting for children

Today was like no other day I have ever lived. We were hunting for children. With notebook, pen, camera and a heart full of love, we set out to go door to door… Continue reading

$200 in 60 minutes

Can you think of a time where you spent $200 on something? Do you remember what it was? Do you still have it? Did you take pictures of it? Was it for yourself,… Continue reading

No uniform. No education.

I am not sure why the Honduran public school system has this particular rule, but if the children do not come in uniform to school they are not allowed in. Many families have… Continue reading

Horses. Planes. Streets. Caribbean.

Yesterday I spent the day in La Ceiba with great friends getting special grocery items, trying to take care of internet contracts, eating Sushi and taking in the unique, primitive ways of Honduran… Continue reading

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