A unique day in the life of Daniel

It has been a while since you have seen my words here. And I apologize for that. While I attempt to get back into the swing of things with blog writing, I want to share with you a blog post I wrote just over a month and a half ago (right before we left for the States). A story about a day in my life that took place around 2 and a half months ago. Even though my life in Panajachel is somewhat different currently with school on summer break, I feel that it sums up what life was like for me here for pretty much my whole time in Pana up until a month ago. Hope you enjoy it:

Written May 30th,

            My schedule here in Guatemala became pretty crazy since the last time I wrote, and I have barely been able to keep up with everything. I think my business and just the direction my life has gone here has made it hard to write. I will attempt to express what I mean by all of that in a story of a Sunday a few weeks ago. A story that basically sums up a lot of what my life in Panajachel has been like.

            I woke up early on Sunday May 6^th with a feeling of anxiety uniquely mixed with happiness. Anxiety because at 2 pm I had to give my first sermon in years, and had yet to finish it. Happiness because despite all of the craziness this day was going to bring, I had been looking forward to it for a long while.

            The stress came from my rustiness in sermon writing, as it has been a few years since I needed to produce one, and therefore was struggling to find the right words. Writing a good sermon always takes time and a lot of patience as one attempts to find the words to make the message balanced with being Biblically sound and culturally relevant. The greatest struggle here, in this context, was the context itself. The services are bi-lingual, which meant I would have a translator for my whole message. Also, I was preaching to a wide variety of people, gringos (foreigners), Latinos, and a few indigenous Mayan women.  A small group, normally not exceeding 30 people (generally around 20), but that did not change the fact that I had to somehow find a way to give a sermon that everyone there could connect with. However, I refuse to water down any message I give. What is the point of giving a message that makes someone feel good for an hour but does not teach anything? At the same time, there is no point in giving a message that sounds more like a lecture coming from a professor, with great detail and data with the average listener not being able to connect with. This was a major challenge for me, which is why I was still working on the sermon the day I was to deliver it despite already spending many hours on it.

            When preparing for this first Sunday, Rachel, feeling the stress coming out of me, asked me an obvious question (with a little frustration behind it) that I should have but did not have an answer to: “Why did you agree to do this?” This question was not about me doing a sermon or not, it was about if I should be doing it with all of my other commitments. Teaching at the school everyday, working a couple nights a week at the restaurant, having Spanish class almost every day of the week, and of course, spending time with Rachel and Lucia, when all put together gave me little free time for anything. She had a right to be frustrated at me for doing this when I barely had time for everything else.

            I finished the sermon to the level I felt comfortable with around noon, and gave the sermon at 2. It actually went way better than I thought. The sermon was about how our value as individual humans does not come from the world, but from God. We looked at how Jesus found value in disciples that the world discarded as sinners, or poor and low class. I felt it reached all levels.

            This Sunday was particularly unique for me, and not only because of the sermon. Right after the service, I had to rush to the school where I was teaching, to be in a play. The whole weekend I was involved in the play since I was co-teaching the drama elective. When I say I was in the play, I mean that I acted in the play. They needed a teacher to be in it, and thinking it would not be a big deal, I agreed to do it. Well, it ended up being a big deal. I did not have a small role, and learning lines was quite a challenge, but Sunday was the third night of the play and it was going very well. The play was an adapted version of “Much Ado About Nothing”, and even though it took up quite a lot of time, I loved doing it. I also bonded with some of my students from it as well. Oh, side note; my character was an old man, so my beard, eyebrows, and hair was all painted grey. It was a sight to see.

            Once the play ended, I ran to the bathroom, washed all the paint off my entire head, changed, and ran to the restaurant for the night shift. I think I arrived home around midnight completely exhausted.

            This leads me back to the question from Rachel: “Why did you agree to do this?” In all honesty, I did not have an answer, which bothered me for a little. But once that crazy day was over, the answer revealed itself. I wanted to do something I was good at, something that mattered. I wanted, and in a way needed, the reminder that I have skills and abilities to offer the world, and the people of Panajachel and Lake Atitlan.  Living in a country where you want to work and grow, but cannot speak the language adequately enough to do so, can easily lower a person’s confidence. I have wanted what Rachel and I have talked about for years now, doing international development, building a life together, and growing into a community. Working at a school and restaurant were not part of the plan. I felt like I was just treading water at those two places, not moving forward. Leading a service, being able to write and preach, would allow me to feel useful, as if I was moving in the right direction.

            I was partially right; leading the services the past month was the right move. I did grow and was able to lead the service with some good thoughtful words, feeling alive as I did it. But I was wrong in the belief that I was just treading water. Sometimes it is easy to feel stuck in one place during a slow process, and living here learning Spanish is exactly that. Learning Spanish has this way of making every moment of accomplishment met by many situations of failure to understand the language, and therefore feeling like you accomplished nothing. But I can safely say that my Spanish has improved incredibly since we moved here, and I know that I will continue to improve every day. 

            I know why we are here in Guatemala, but sometimes it is important to live in the reminder that we need to progress into our expectations and desires, instead of thinking they will happen over night. In most cases, such progress never happens at the speed we want. For me, this progression comes through learning Spanish. In a way, I feel it might be the most important task I have undertaken in the past 10 years of my life. While it is hard to handle at times, the baby steps I have taken are starting to show and it is encouraging. Yes I might have jobs in fields that are not my future, but they have made it possible for me to continue to pursue my desire to learn Spanish and grow in this new culture. And because of that, I am grateful for them.

And now for your viewing pleasure, a few photos of me as Leonato with my white beard and all :)

 Me looking all regal, look at that professional make-up job!

 This is for my acting portfolio, showing off my angry acting abilities.

 A good time was had, accompanied by many laughs.

A Heavy Heart

First of all, we have been in contact with most of our loved ones, but I just want to let everyone know that we arrived back in Guatemala safely. Everything went smoothly, but it was very difficult to say goodbye to our friends and especially our family. Maybe at a later date we will share more about our trip home and how it was wonderful, but also difficult. For now, I just want to say thank you so very much for your prayers! We are safe and sound back in our home here in Pana AND reunited with our adorable puppy! :-)

The past couple weeks Dan and I have been trying to adjust back to life in Guatemala. I have to say that for me it has been kind of tough. While I am grateful to have a job and to live in a beautiful place I am seeing more and more the challenges of life here. There are many frustrations within the organization I work for and coming back into them has been hard. The co-worker I am closest with and also the only other Christian in my office is leaving at the end of July. I know it will be hard without her. One of the biggest challenges of returning and going back to my job has been the heaviness of each day. On any given day I interact with many different people- not only my co-workers (foreigners and indigenous Guatemalans), but also indigenous Guatemalan women, children, and families. Everyday my co-workers and I hear stories of families without food and shelter, stories of death, abuse, and oppression. It can be a lot to handle and coming back into this environment after spending two weeks relaxing, having fun, and eating delicious food has been a culture shock of sorts.

While I was home a couple friends asked about Dominga- a 50 year old woman who was dying of cancer and came to our office asking for help. In May I sent an email out to my whole network of family and friends asking for donations and support through prayer. I am happy to report that Dominga had the much-needed surgery we were fundraising for. You can read about it here. (If you didn't get my email and want to read the original story please go here.)

Dominga after her life-saving surgery 

I rejoice that Dominga got the surgery and is recovering, but there are so many other people in need that it's hard not to be overwhelmed. Just this week I visited an extremely poor family during a sponsor visit. I was struggling to hold back tears as I informed the sponsor that the dark, cold, 10 X 7 foot room was the family's home. For this single mother with three young children this small space was her kitchen, her bedroom, and her storage. It was hard for me to not sob as I translated to the sponsor that the woman and her children sleep every night on the cold mud floor and that when it rains water enters the house. (We are now in the rainy season so it rains daily.)

This week I also learned that my Guatemalan co-worker's uncle is dying. I won't go into great detail, but you can read my friend, Jenny's, blog post about it here. It is tragic when anyone dies, but it is especially difficult when someone dies from something preventable and treatable. Please pray for Rodrigo, his family and for my co-worker, Elisa. We sit right next to each other and she is one of the few Guatemalans I have been able to form some sort of friendship with here. If you are able to support her family during this extremely difficult time I know they would be grateful. As the blog post says Rodrigo is extremely concerned about his family and specifically asked Jenny for food for them- it was his last request.

All this to say that my heart is heavy. It is hard feeling useless in the face of such extreme poverty. I want to have care and concern for these families. I want to rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep. But I also struggle to find balance. I realize that when I come home I need to relax and disengage, but I can't help but think of the family with nothing to eat sleeping on the ground while I lounge on my cushy bed eating popcorn and surfing the Internet. The differences between their lives and mine are oh so great. I think those of you who have done work among the poor whether in the US or abroad will relate with what I am saying- the differences, the heaviness, etc. Hopefully it makes some sense. I welcome your thoughts and would also appreciate your prayers as Dan and I process our time here and begin to think, dream and pray about what's next.

Thank you for reading!

Heading H-O-M-E

Well friends, I can hardly believe it, but Daniel and I will be U.S.-bound very very SOON. The past few weeks have been a blur. All of a sudden I went from counting down the days to "ohmygosh! I better pack!!!". Those who know me well know how much I despise packing...

So while I procrastinate beginning that task I thought I'd write a list of 10 things Daniel & I are looking forward to during our trip:

1. Drinking water from the facet! No purification or filtration required. Also, being able to eat fruits and vegetables without sanitizing them or worrying about crazy parasites. 
2. Seeing all of our wonderful family members and friends of course. Especially celebrating two weddings and a retirement! :-) 
3. Food, food, and more food. We have a mental list of foods we miss including: Greek yogurt, nuts, certain fruits & veggies (brussel sprouts!!!), salads, and almost all forms of ethnic food. Luckily I am sure we will be blessed with many delicious meals. 
4. Being able to flush toliet paper! (rather than put it in a trash can) and HOT SHOWERS! Yes, we have hot showers here, but they are just not the same. 
5. Shopping at some of our favorite stores like TARGET and The Body Shop (ok this is probably more me than Dan).
6. Comfy-ness- couches, carpet, a REAL pillow... all in all cushy-ness that we don't often get here. (ps- my worst packing mistake was to not bring a pillow here. I plan to rectify that this trip.)
7. Good beverages- guess who added this one? ;-)
8. Going to a park or two or three. We don't really have those here. Just plazas and "beaches" and they are full of stray dogs, drunk men, and beggars. Can't wait to visit some of our favorite places in Philly like Kelly Dr.
9. Less bugs!- With the rainy season starting this month there have been all sorts of strange insects floating around. 
10. Modern technology like dishwashers and washing machines. 

Hope this list made you smile! One thing we will be sad to leave behind is our babygirl, Lucia. Luckily, she will be at a friend's house playing with other doggies and getting a lot of love. 

"Yeah I'm a dog model in my spare time."

All joking aside please say a prayer for safe travels. We leave Pana tomorrow and fly out Thursday very early (around 6 am. eek!). We are very excited, but also expect to experience some reverse culture shock. Hoping for good health (for me) and fun times for all. For those that don't know, I went to see a natural doctor recently. I will be happy to fill you in in person if you want to hear more about it (kind of a long story). One of my biggest prayer requests at the moment is that my stomach would be ok throughout this trip and that it wouldn't interfere with our time with loved ones.

Thanks for reading & see you sooooooooooooon! (If you want to get in touch with us please feel free to call. I will have my old phone and number.)

Don't Eat the Potato Salad & Photos

I learned a valuable lesson this week: don't eat the potato salad (in Guatemala). In fact, don't eat any type of salad made with mayonnaise. Why? you ask. It's simple. Refrigerators are not common here so oftentimes when food is made it sits for hours before being eaten. This is generally, not a huge problem, but does become problematic when things like mayo are involved.

This past week I was asked by my boss to go to a lunch at a local school. Even though I didn't really want to go I felt obligated. She couldn't go so she asked me to go in her place. I had the passing thought that maybe I should find a way out of it since my stomach is so dang sensitive, but I couldn't really think of a good reason (other than "hey, my stomach is really sensitive...") so I went. Oh how I wish she would've given me the above advice before I attended the lunch. Yes friends, I am sick once again. Did I mention that I just finished another round of Cipro (a very strong antibiotic) last weekend!?! To give you a little glimpse into my world I'd like to explain exactly what Dan and I do to stay healthy and avoid getting sick when it comes to food and beverages....

First off, we only drink filtered water. We have a water filter that we have to clean manually once a week. We received it from Mayan Families and it is awesome because it saves us a lot of money since the alternative is buying purified water. That can get very pricey. BUT when I am not at home I almost always drink purified water which luckily, we have at my office. There are times when I make an exception and drink filtered water, but only if I am at someone's home where I feel 100% confident that they clean their filter regularly and properly. There is a very specific way to clean it and just seeing that someone has a filter does not ensure that the water is safe to drink. At least not for me. 

Next, Dan and I sanitize all of our fruits, fresh herbs, and vegetables. What does this involve? It means that every time we go to the market we bring home everything and take turns putting it in a special sanitizing solution- filtered water plus disinfectant (a liquid solution we buy at the grocery store). It takes a while to clean every single thing we buy, but we do it. The only exceptions are things with peels like avocados and bananas. Even if we get something from the local grocery store that says it has been washed I sanitize it to be 100% sure.

On my 26th Bday w/ my FUNFETTI cake
{made by my wonderful husband}

Last, but not least, we are EXTREMELY careful about what and where we eat. This means absolutely NO eating on the street. There are tons of little food stands that sell tacos, french fries, ceviche, etc. Some people swear by them because they are so cheap, but honestly, most foreigners get sick anytime they eat from them. Even if the workers try to be clean there really is nowhere for them to wash their hands, dishes, or utensils so even if what you consume is delicious, it is almost certainly not sanitary.  

Each time I get sick I get more and more strict about what I will and will not eat. In the beginning I was a little more relaxed about it. I would buy snacks from the local woman who sells in front of our office. Oftentimes, people say "if it's cooked it's ok" with the idea that the germs/bacteria/etc. are cooked off. Well, I have news for you. That is not always true. I am at the point now where I really avoid eating things while I am out unless I am at one of the few restaurants where I am sure I will not get sick from their food. I don't buy homemade ice cream or chocofrut (fresh fruit covered in chocolate) for fear that the utensils used or the hands serving it are not clean. Even at bars I will not order a mixed drink like a mojito unless I am sure that they sanitize the mint that they use.

This all may sound a little extreme and maybe it is, but you have to understand that I have been extremely sick FOUR TIMES in less than 4 months! I have been to the doctor and taken extremely strong antibiotics four times. Sometimes when I tell people here (foreigners) that I don't want to eat something for fear of it making me sick I feel really judged. Whether they say it directly or indirectly it's something like "Oh come on. Lighten up!". I am at the point now where I figure everyone has their own prerogative. Everyone's body is different and some people are just fine drinking questionable water and food off the street. And if you want to do that it's fine with me. I am not going to criticize someone for their choices so I hope others will not criticize me. Trust me when I say I have a very sensitive stomach and that I have to be really, really careful about what I eat.

I didn't mean for this to be a venting session, but I guess that is what it became. I just wanted to explain why I am frustrated that I am sick yet again when I really try to take precautions against getting sick... I'd appreciate your prayers as we are traveling home 11 days from today and the last thing I want is to be ill while we are in the States. As my friend mentioned to me today it takes a while to get over these stomach issues- oftentimes a week or longer which is another reason why I am bummed out about being sick right now. Please keep me in your prayers and I will keep you posted!

On a happier note I was looking for a platform (other than Facebook) to share photos and I stumbled across Shutterfly's personal sites. I would like to start posting photos on there instead of Facebook because it is a bit more personalized and private. Please click this link if you want to check it out. You have to create a Shutterfly account (if you don't have one). Then, you have to send me a request to see the site. Once I approve you you'll be able to log in and see the photos. It all takes less than 5minutes so please check it out and let me know what you think! I have posted one album so far- my 26th Birthday.  :)

A sneak preview of photos from our new site!

Thanks for reading & have a great week! :) We look forward to seeing many of you so very soon!

Comparisions

 I wrote this on Sunday- Mother's Day. Hence, why it says "this weekend".

As I was browsing through Facebook this weekend I had a realization... this weekend is full of celebrations. Not only is it Mother's Day it's officially spring and the world is full of graduations, weddings, and other joyous events. As I scrolled through my newsfeed I saw former classmates graduating as doctors and lawyers,  others (young-ins) finishing their undergrad degrees, friends becoming parents,  and others becoming homeowners. It's exciting and a little bit terrifying. Now don't get me wrong, I am very happy with life these days. I really am. But, I suffer from a problem that I am gonna guess many others suffer from too- I compare. I compare myself to others. And to be 100% honest when I see friends having babies and buying houses I think "Oh God. Is that what we should be doing too?". Even though I know it's not. At least not now.

I am learning many things here in Guatemala and one of them is to be present. I feel like this saying has kind of become a cliche lately, but hey I am using it anyway. And I mean it. Dan and I are going home in less than 3 weeks. We haven't been home since we left for Bolivia in October... it has been nearly 7 months and yes, while in the grand scheme of things that isn't that long, it sure is long when you are newly married and in a completely new stage of life having your first long-term international experience together. So needless to say, I am looking forward to going home SO much! I even have a Word document listing things that I want to bring back from the U.S. {but don't worry I am MOST excited about seeing my family and friends. Although food is a close second ;-) } Anyways, I am counting down the days until we leave. It's something that's always in the back of my mind especially since May is a really full, busy month for us. I am realizing though that while it's fine to be excited I also need to focus on the now. I need to do my job and love the people around me and take it one day at a time.

This lesson about being in the here and now and not living in the future doesn't just apply to going home it is useful for the long-term too. People have already begun asking us what's next when our year here is up and although I like to dream about the answer sometimes, the honest truth is that we have no clue. And although I would love for the heavens to open up and give us a sign I would bet on not knowing until January 2013 gets a heck of a lot closer.

I have friends that are professionals, friends that are mothers and fathers, friends that are homeowners, friends that are travelers. There are those that have it all together (or at least seem to) and those that are still exploring and figuring things out. I have to remember, we have to remember, that for now God called us to Panajachel, Guatemala. He opened this door nice and wide and He has been providing for us in so many ways. We have to trust that He will continue to do so. I pray that God would continue to use us as we try to figure things out, but more importantly, as we rest in the peace of knowing we are where we are supposed to be. Even though at times we struggle to understand why we are in this unique, sometimes awesome and sometimes awful town we have to trust that this is the right place for us. At least for now...

Family Portrait {Lucia is wayyy bigger now!}

Our Casa

I realized recently that I took photos of our home forever ago, but I never posted them! So without further delay, here they are. :)

Our little sitting area

Our bedroom. I love the huipile!
(Got it at a local used market)

Where Dan cooks us delicious meals
(This is pre-haircut. He looks a lot less shaggy now!)

We are very lucky to have an oven. A lot of people here (and I am talking about foreigners) do not have that luxury. I always joke with my co-workers that if they want to bake cookies they should come on over! 

Where we share our meals
& store our clothes- the wardrobe in the back.

Lucia's little sleeping area & a huipile from Santiago

I don't know if you can really tell in these photos, but our house is one main room- the sitting area, kitchen, dining area, and Lucia's sleeping spot are all connected. Our bedroom, spare bedroom, & bathroom connect to the main room. It's pretty small, but big enough for us. :) 

Our spare bedroom. Guests are welcome anytime!  ;)

Our lil' patio area

View from our patio- the stream & the river

While I am on the subject of HOME, Dan and I want to say a very belated thank you to our parents (both the Schmitzs & Katyls) for sending us AWESOME care packages back in March. Both huge boxes arrived on the same day and it was pretty much like Christmas. We were shrieking with joy as we pulled items out one at a time. Thank you SO MUCH for your thoughtfulness! :) And yes, I think we have eaten almost everything you sent. Is that sad? Haha.

With all of our A-mazing goodies!

Almonds AND pistachios!?!

Flowers here are available for a fraction of what they would cost in the US. I am loving these flowers I got last week for less than $2! And my new tablecloth- it's material worn traditionally as a skirt (corte). It's so vibrant & peppy. The textiles here are truly beautiful & most of them are handmade- everything from dying the threads to the weaving to embroidery often completed by hand.

Hope you enjoyed this lil' "tour" of sorts! Dan sends greetings to everyone. He has been super busy teaching, working at the restaurant, and learning Spanish. PLUS, he is leading a small group/Bible study that we formed a few weeks ago and filling in for our pastor while he is in the States. You can say a prayer for him- he starts preaching tomorrow! Also, the school where he teaches is performing "Much Ado About Nothing" this weekend and guess who is a main character? Yes, that's right. My husband :) Pictures to follow!

This one time in the mountains of Guatemala...

Hi Friends! I wrote this right after our trip two weeks ago, but was a little slow in posting it. Enjoy!

Friday, April 20th 4:45 am
The alarm clock went off. The sun had yet to rise. With only a couple hours of sleep Daniel and I dragged ourselves out of bed. We quickly got ready brushing our teeth and grabbing our bags. Hey at 5 am you're not worrying so much about how you look! Our plan was to catch a 6:00 am bus, but at such an early hour there are no tuk-tuks (taxis). So there we were at 5:15 am trudging through our pueblo with our backpacks. Thankfully, the bus was there and left on time. (Here bus schedules are pretty sporadic.) After a 3 hour ride full of bumps and curves (thank God for Dramamine!) we arrived in Xela (aka Quetzaltenango). We jumped in a taxi and got breakfast with a new friend. It was lovely minus my intense cold. Unfortunately, I was super congested all weekend and had to make a roll of toilet paper my #1 accessory.

Another hour and a half bus ride and we arrived in San Marcos where we met up with my friend and our guide for the weekend, Nate. We also met a friend of Nate's, Ann, who would be joining us for the weekend. After grabbing a quick bite to eat we were off again. We took another bus ride (a little over an hour I think) to Malacatan. Then, we took a taxi to the border of Guatemala and Mexico. After passing through immigration on both sides we took a short micro (minivan) ride to Cacahoatan. Next was another micro ride to Union Juarez. At this point, I was officially exhausted and the micro ride was anything but smooth. (For those of you that don't know, bus rides here are notoriously awful. There is no way around it with such curvy roads full of potholes.) Little did I know what was coming up- a 45 minute hike in the dark to the town where we'd be staying! I do not jest. How I made it up the mountain I really do not know. Did I mention that we had been traveling for 12+ hours at this point, that I was drugged up on Dramamine, that I was not really wearing hiking clothes or shoes, and oh yeah, that we were carrying our bags!?! And you all know that I am not much of a light packer. Haha. Despite how horrible the journey sounds it was not that bad. Just exhausting. Needless to say I went to bed at 9 pm on Friday night.

With our fearless leader & good friend- Nate :)

Saturday was our HIKING day. Woohoo!!! I definitely had my hesitations considering my last Guatemalan hiking experience (commonly referred to in my storytelling as "The Hike from Hell") and I even considered bailing because I was pretty sick, but after my hubby and Nate encouraged me to go I decided I would. The advantage to this day was that we didn't have our packs with us. Nate warned me that the first part of the hike was "pretty steep". Uh yeah, UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR! I wish I had photos to show you the incline, but I was focusing on not keeling over. Let's suffice it to say that we were pretty much rock climbing up the mountain. Lol!

The steep part on the way down. Nate & Ann taking a rest.

Thankfully, that truly was the hardest part. Once we made it up that part we were hiking on a ridge that had some ups and downs, but nothing as crazy. We hiked for 4 hours or so until we got to a village. We randomly ran into a woman Nate knew while we were hiking (funny since we were in the middle of isolated mountains) and ended up going to her home for lunch. Nate has been working in the region for over four years with Mennonite Central Committee so it was fun meeting people through him. He is well loved by the community! By the time night was falling we made it back to Juan Pablo's- our host for the weekend. We received a serious treat- going into a temascal (traditional Mayan sauna). It was A-mazing for my tired muscles and congestion, BUT the intense heat almost made me pass out. Thankfully, our awesome host, Juan Pablo, was there when I was exiting and kept me from falling over. Lol! We truly enjoyed getting to know him and his sweet family especially his grandson, Freddy- one of the cutest children I have ever met. He was so lovable! They also had a newborn puppy that was precious. :) As I have been so many times before, I was amazed by the wonderful hospitality in this country!

Juan Pablo's granddaughter & adorable puppy

View from Juan Pablo's house. So GREEN!

Our gracious hosts- Juan Pablo & Nate

We wish we could have stayed longer, but on Sunday we had to complete the same journey as Friday, but in reverse! Poor Ann had the awful luck of sitting next to a little girl on our first micro who was throwing up the whole time :( But other than that things went smoothly. We even scored some NUTELLA at a Mexican grocery store! Woohoo! (Oh the little things in life. ;) ) Thankfully, going through immigration went smoothly.

The only bummer was that we were not able to get a direct bus from Xela to Pana so we had to take three buses instead. That makes 5 buses, 2 micros, 1 taxi, and 45 minutes of hiking just to get home! Haha.

A big THANK YOU to our wonderful host, Nate. It was a great trip and we truly enjoyed getting out of Pana and enjoying some of God's creation! :) Thanks for your prayers. We are glad to be back home safe and sound and to be with our puppy again! :)

Juan Pablo's home

Dan & Freddy acting silly