Motoceli adventuras y trabajo social

Picture this: A quaint town with mountains in the distance. Kids playing in the streets mid-day with a few people walking around the deserted plaza. The Catholic church stands as an icon, with its Spanish architecture and grand decorations. There were vendors sitting, tired after a long day of selling tortillas and bananas. The streets are unpaved and difficult to manuever. Rain forms the earth and makes it near impossible to drive as bare rocks and shards of earth lay exposed. And here I was to put my social work skills to use...
Today, we traveled to Motoceli to inquire about a new girl who might come to Montana de Luz. I was excited to be ask to do this social work visit and actually put these skills to use. However, I am still nearly deaf in one ear and struggling to breathe so I was thinking I wasn't the best for this job. Yet, my director is swamped so I agreed to go.
We arrived knowing we might meet someone at the Catholic church. Its pretty much a big icon so I thought I would just find someone standing there. After 15 minutes of waiting, I called the number on my contact sheet and could only leave a message. I decided I need to wait another 10 minutes. I'm trying to work on having more patience. It seems to be in such abundance here. When I see other people being so patient, I forget that I really am able to wait, to rest, and to daydream.
Anyways, we started asking around and found the father of this girl we were inquiring about. He said that he wanted to take us to his house to meet her. He also asked if we wanted to go on foot or car. I, being an active American that I am, said that I'd love to go on foot and see the sights as we went. This father has estimated about a 10 minute walk. Just as we were starting out, the father thought that maybe it would be better by car. So we hoped into the car and started to drive on the treacherous roads. All of these roads were not paved and, since it is rainy season, the mud was fantastic and spraying in every direction. We also became manuevered so that one wheel was off the ground and I thought we were all going to push. By, as I have seen other Hondurans do, we just hopped on the back to put extra weight and the driver sprung the car foward. Every road seems to be an adventure here. Nevertheless, after 15 more minutes of driving crazy roads we arrived at the casa. Truly it was great to use my skills combined with Spanish. Even though I am sick, I was able to bring hope to this situation. It was empowering that I was able to use my abilities even though I'm definitely not at my prime right now.