December 19, 2013

preparations part 3

cutting
There are a lot of Christmas traditions that I miss out on when I am in Honduras for most of December. But instead of lamenting all the goodies I can't have here, I decided to show Henry what Christmas cookies are about.

Cut outs, icing, decorating--the whole kit and caboodle. He was tired after about 3 trays. [I told him this is why my mom hardly ever makes cut-out sugar cookies.] But we forged ahead. No dough left behind! I mean, seriously, you will never feel like getting all the stuff back out of the cupboard again.


rolling


We also discovered why Christmas cookies are made in the cold of winter! The dough gets way too sticky in this tropical climate so we had to use a lot of flour, and keep freezing the part that we weren't using.
(Note: this is also why the chef's assistant is not wearing a shirt. Sanitary, I know. Just try having the oven for a few hours when it's 85 degrees inside your house!)


 

Our food coloring options were also limited to the leftovers I had from our Easter egg dying experience...blue & yellow and some red jello powder. We were able to make a sweet kelly green, a pretty bright mustard yellow, teal-ish blue and a light pink. Not your typical Christmas color pallette, but still festive.
decorating (he loved this part)


free stylin' without cookie cutters

the finished product!

proud of his first sugar cookie experience!

December 18, 2013

preparations part 2

I went with 3 of my friends to a theater production of the Christmas story this past weekend. I wasn't sure what to expect and since it was a theater performance, i fully expected some kind of secular presentation of Christmas-y themes.

But it was pleasantly suprising!

They used the text of the biblical story and mashed it up with choreography, song and dance to give it a new twist. While the presentation definitely had a Honduran flavor, noted in the choreographed dance moves and subtle hints of Honduran humor, it was very engaging and very well done. I could hardly believe how the cast of 8 was in constant motion for almost 2 hours. Impressive!

The idea of a dramatic interpretation is to bring a story to life. To help you see it through a new lens.  I appreciated the way it helped me reflect on certain parts of the Christmas story that i simply skim over when I read through it in the bible. There were two specific parts:

The first was when the angel came to Zechariah to tell him his wife, who was barren, will be given a son. The angel in the play chose to deliver his message through a very creative rap, which was definitely entertaining, but there was something else that stuck with me--the idea that Zechariah was silenced until after his son was born. I thought about how crazy that that must have been, his family and friends mocking him, in disbelief, or thinking he had gone mad! Not to mention that he probably had to use some creative charades to explain that a heavenly being had paid him a personal visit. I was struck again by the ways in which God has worked through "ordinary" people to accomplish his purpose, yet they are imperfect vessels. Zechariah's faith brought about his Son's birth, but his disbelief in the power of God to move in such a way silenced him for 9 months.

The second part was when Mary and Joseph flee with their infant son to Egypt in fear of their lives. They become immigrants in a strange land, undocumented and living "under the radar." It made me ache for others who have made a similar journey--to protect their families, to find a better life, to flee persecution--though they may even lose their lives trying. Aptly titled "la huida de los mojados" or "the fleeing of the undocumented," the scene left me unsettled with this song playing in the background:


Caminos Verdes
Music and lyrics: Rubén Blades
I’m arriving to the border
Eeeeeeeae
And may God’s will prevail
Eeeeeeeae
I’m arriving to the border
Eeeeeeeae
And may God’s will prevail
Eeeeeeeae

As advent brings light to the dark places, I also pray that God's will prevails.

December 17, 2013

preparations part 1

I've been falling a bit behind in my blogging in this busy season, so here is the first of a few short posts to reflect on life. To reflect on the mystery of advent...a quiet fog, seeping into the cracks and crevices of life...not always tangible, but a persistent hope that always makes itself known...often when you least expect it and most need it.

An unofficial team gathering prompted me to unpack the Christmas baubles that I had tucked away from last year. We decided to celebrate Thanksgiving together on the last day of November and I wanted the house to be festive.

I collect nativity scenes because there is something about them that I just can't resist. Maybe it's the details that make each one unique. The reminders they offer of countries and cultures that I have visited. Or maybe it is the subtlety of each peaceful scene that calls me to find peaceful moments in my own life. Many that I have collected over the years are packed away in boxes at my parent's house. But I keep a few favorite ones with me and they were the first to be put out this year. A few touches of garland, bows, candles, poinsettias and one string of lights (I ran out of steam) was a small way to begin to welcome advent.

Our evening feast was a delicious time together and we talked about what we were thankful for. It was a great way to share some of my cultural traditions with friends and reflect on how blessed we are each and every day.

Although it was a busy and tiring weekend of hosting, it was really fun to share this meal with good friends and find renewed energy for the weeks ahead-when I needed it most!



November 27, 2013

national elections

This article was a collaboration between my good friends Megan, Elise and myself. Our perspective and synthesized analysis of the elections:

The international community has brought much attention to the Honduran presidential elections that took place on Sunday, November 24. The presence of many national and international observers made for a relatively peaceful day, but the political turmoil is far from over. Election authorities have not given final results, and are dealing with accusation of electoral fraud; however, projections show that nationalist candidate Juan Orlando Hernandez will win the election. 

While international coverage of the elections has grown increasingly concerned in the last few weeks, the tension over these elections has been mounting internally for years. This presidency will not be won in one day of voting. The election results are the culmination of years of planning and use of a political machine that points to inequality and structural weaknesses in Honduras and not just fraud on Election Day.

National Party candidate Juan Orlando Hernandez’s predicted victory did not just materialize on November 24th. It is a result of years of careful planning, made possible by institutional weaknesses and a vulnerable population. In a country with highly stratified economic classes, political power and wealth are highly concentrated in the upper echelons of society. A very small percentage of Hondurans, a mix of business magnates and families of inherited wealth, form the oligarchy that works tirelessly to keep the status quo in place. It is the very economic inequality that has gotten them where they are that continues to keep them in power. But these wealthy few are not easily painted with either a blue or red brush. Found at the top of every major political party, they share a common knack for using anything as fodder for political propaganda.

Money may help you
but selling your rights will keep you enslaved
It is no secret that Honduras has a very poor public education system, and this too can always be used to one's advantage. It is easier to manipulate people that are less educated, that don't have access to information or live in isolated regions of the country. All of these factors have continued to wear down the trust Hondurans have in the government and the belief that things can change. Hernandez is an expert in using the political system to win votes. He has served as the President of the National Congress since 2010, and has used the position to consolidate power and push through popular reforms including the hugely popular (70% of the Honduran population are in favor), and highly worrying military police force.

More recently Hernandez’s media presence and campaign rallies have been very strong and convincing. Honduras has no campaign finance disclosure laws, so there is no way to know where Hernandez (or any of the other candidates) obtained their money for the expensive campaign. Hernandez was also accused of buying votes from vulnerable populations, either directly or indirectly before the elections. Some example include giving away a National Party “discount card”, wood burning stoves, and threatening to discontinue a government social bonus program, the “Bono 10 mil” if he was not elected. 

In talking to many Hondurans, a common thread has been the expectation that Hernandez and the National Party would come out on top. Of course, supporters of opposing parties were distrustful of his campaign, but one has to acknowledge the number of people that cast their vote for him (even going against their party loyalty) because he was giving them material goods, benefits, and policies that appeased their fears of violence. While there is still a palpable skepticism of transparency in the electoral process—the reality is that he really did do whatever it took to get the real ballots cast in his favor.

photo credit: Kathrine Rasmussen
In spite of these political games, there was a genuine hope for a different outcome. People hoped that this time, things could change. They hoped that with a large international community looking on, there would be less tolerance for corruption. People knew the electoral process was flawed, but they showed up to cast their ballot, driven by a hope that things have to get better.



One of the reasons for that hope was the change from a bipartisan system to a multi-party system. Hernandez currently has only 34% of the votes. While the non-nationalist vote was split among Libre (29%), PAC (16%), and the Liberal Party (21%) in the presidential elections, the hope is that this diversity of electoral opinion will come into full force in the Congressional elections, where the National Party could only hold a minority of seats. What will this look like for Hernandez's presidency? A potentially divided Congress could signify less congressional action and more executive power. However, the hope among those who did not vote for Hernandez is for an executive branch held in check by a more balanced Congress that reflects the diversity of Honduran opinion more than ever before.

The despair with the security concerns, economic woes, and corruption combined with the sudden birth of more political options have led to a more active, aware constituency that uses other democratic methods (protests, political watchdog organizations, greater and more diverse dissemination of information through the media, new political parties, etc.) to call for justice. In a historically oppressed and disillusioned political atmosphere, Hondurans have started to find their own voices. Hondurans will have to adjust to the idea of having a president unsupported by the majority - an advantage to the extent that Hondurans can respect their own prophetic voice, and use it to work for change.

Was the whole political system and weak government going to be turned upside-down in one election cycle? Maybe not. The inequality among Honduran classes run deep, as do political ties to a bi-partisan system controlled by an oligarchy. The obstacles for a new president--from any party--are daunting. But we are hopeful that this political momentum will spark the change that Honduras has been waiting for.

[This article is also posted on the MCC Honduras Connecting People's blog and the MCC LACA Advocacy blog! Check them both out for more good reads.]

November 20, 2013

the house that we (he) built

I spent this past weekend in Santa Rosa, enjoying the cooler weather, being with the future in-laws, and celebrating with some friends. As some of you know, Henry is building a house on the lot next to his parents house. He has put in almost all of the labor himself, and usually can only work on it on the weekends. Traveling to San Pedro every now and then has also taken up some precious building time. Since I didn't want him to lose more time while I was around, I offered to help!



He took me seriously, of course, and said he would give me the full experience of being an ayudante (assistant to the mason). Then I could work my way up to media cuchara (half-spoon--probably my favorite name), then albañil (mason) and maestro constructor (master builder or contractor).

His family, however, did not think I was serious. They were shocked when I got up early, with work clothes and tennis shoes and headed out to the job-site. I think I gave some neighbors a good laugh too.

First we had to mix the mortar and concrete (he just eye balls the proportions of course). I hauled water, gravel, and sand...then took my own turn at mixing! Then we had to haul cinder blocks and start prepping to lay a row at a time. I learned about the plumb line and everything. I also learned about some muscles that I didn't know I had (on Monday morning :)






my 2 blocks!
After my hard work as the ayudante, I got to lay 2 whole blocks! Of course, I probably slowed Henry down more than anything, but he was a patient teacher, and happy for the distraction while he worked.

He told me when he started working for his dad (at age 13) he earned 4 lempiras ($0.20) for every block he laid. I earned 8 whole lempiras. Not even enough for the taxi ride from his house into Santa Rosa!! He said on an average day (with an average helper) he can lay about 120 blocks. But--now that he's moved up in the world, he doesn't get paid by the block any more.
I came away from my morning as an ayudante with a couple of realizations...



1) I could never earn my living doing this.
2) I admire people who do this all day every day to earn their income.
3) Doing all this labor by hand is incredibly tedious...I was there less than an hour and I was ready to rig up a pulley system to haul the cinderblocks from the pile to the house!
4) I have a much better understanding of how hard Henry has worked all his life...and it makes the house built by him even better :)




November 4, 2013

letter to 17 year old me...

I read a post on a blog a few days that got under my skin...in a good way. The blogger wrote a letter to herself, as if writing 10 years earlier, reflecting on what lessons she had learned and what things she shouldn't have taken so seriously. At the end she threw out a question: What would you say to your former self, knowing what you do now? 

A flood of thoughts rippled through my mind, as if I was floating in a canoe down a river of memories from the last 10 years.  Would I give myself more work and career advice? Would I focus on relationships? Should I warn myself about mistakes that, if given the chance, would be convenient to "undo." The list was unending, the memories rich and vivid.

I thought how perfect it would be, now on the near-eve of my birthday, to look back 10 years and think about what I would have liked to know when I was a dorky, 17 year old girl in the midst of a stressful senior year, weighing the decisions of which college to attend.


I could tell her that Messiah was a great experience, that it was definitely a good fit for her and she will make some really awesome friendships that will last a long time.
I could tell her that life DOES get better than high school. It gets a lot better than getting turned down for prom, or not being athletic, or not getting a role in her senior musical. 

I could tell her that all her fears about going to Spain and all the tears she cried are not even worth worrying about because it is one of the best decisions she ever made.

Or maybe warn of some pitfalls with those guys who shall remain nameless. Or tell her that she really will cross paths with someone special that loves her for who she is.

Maybe it would be good to tell her about all the really fun stuff that she has to look forward to, 
the sights she will see, people that will shape her in measureless ways.

Then I stopped to think about this cumbersome list. I realized that that 17 year old girl desperately wanted someone to tell her all of that. She needed to know what the path ahead looked like, where it was going to twist and turn. She had to figure out where she would fall down, and who was going to be there to dust her off.  

But life doesn't work that way
And I'm actually thankful for that!

I realized that all of these "warnings" were moments where I had to take a step of faith. I had to make choices and live with my decisions. These were the moments that shaped me and made me the person I am. You can't go back and "re-do" it because there is a strength gained from the fear and trepidation that accompanies each new step of the journey. It's what we draw on when it is time for the next step.

As much as I think I could fill a whole notebook with advice for my darling 17 year old "carisita"...I can't! 
And this is a powerful realization--because it gives me courage to tell the 27 year old me to not be so afraid of the next steps. The path is unknown, and you can't see around the next curve--but that is just the moment where it starts to get interesting!

October 24, 2013

gchat liiiife

she's the one that helps me make it through the day. she gets me. she is my other half.
to her i dedicate this post!

E I'm putting on my big girl pants and working now
Just thought you should know
me haha havent you been doing that all day?
E its just been a trouble-shooting day
so I have done nothing on my list
me yeah, thats like...every morning from 8-11:15 for me
E so now I feel drained
me word
E which is why i'm being an adult now
me ok. im deciding adult life kinda sucks 85% of the time
E oh yeah, definitely
and we don't even get lots of the benefits
like having money to buy nice shoes
and cheese 
me haha i love that shoes and cheese are on the same level
why is cheese so delicious and so expensive??
E its a daily question for me

 ***
E: its so nice when people understand me
me: haha i know
its hilarious
and helps your realize...im not the only one!
tumblrs= building solidarity
E: solidaridad
maybe mcc can fund some tumblrs

***
E:
just talking about the merits of different chaleco anti-balas (bullet proof vests)
my liiife
me: "things you will never hear discussed in the mcc office"

 ***
E:
carlos (boss) quote in real time "oigame, si se ha engordado" (listen to me, you have gotten fat)
to one of my coworkers
me: lol
"things you would never hear a boss say in N. America"
i like this game i just invented ;)
we should start a tumblr!

 ***
gchat: where our best ideas are born, and important topics are always up for discussion.

October 18, 2013

favorite things



can you tell I'm missing fall? I decided to give the blog a little refresh...and what better than fall leaves? I miss them so much! I was lucky to get a brief taste of fall last year (thanks to PG's wedding!)
Some of my favorite fall things include...
the leaves!

apple cider

warm scarves and jackets on a chilly, sunny day

pumpkin anything and everything. mostly lattes.

sleeping under a feather tic on a cold night, but leaving the window open
ooh. im getting too fall-sick...!

But its good to remember there are good things about living in eternal summer!
Here are some of my favorite things right now...
lychees or rambutan!

plato tipico


refreshing thunderstorms


pineapple and mango almost all the time

kebabalicious!



watching soccer games in a crowded mall food court and feeling the energy and excitement of qualifying for the world cup!



grilled steak with all the fixins (like avacado)

ok, so now im noticing how many of these revolve around food! But seriously--so many good things to be thankful for and appreciate, and learning to be satisfied with the place I find myself.


October 13, 2013

beach break


After a hectic September, I was really excited to have some vacation time. Last Saturday we celebrated the wedding of two great friends, Allison and Franklin, in Tegucigalpa. Allison became a very close friend when I lived in Nueva Suyapa. Not only did she show me the ropes of living in Teguc but we helped each other through many ups and downs and she really made my first year in Honduras so wonderful. Franklin was a co-worker in the bank program who also became a close friend. He loved to spend time talking about all sorts of intellectual things, and was always a positive encouragement. It was so fun to support these 2 great friends in the next step in their relationship.

helping the groom keep it together

Elise and I were asked to be "coordinators" which meant keeping track of the schedule, making sure everyone was where the need to be, and that all the wrinkles were ironed out. This is a tall order in a North American context...you can only imagine the chaos of this in Honduras where weddings are notorious for never starting on time (think hours different from what the invite says!). It was tiring, but we got it done! The things we do for our friends, right??

coordinating is serious, just ask elise

The day after the wedding some friends had convinced me that I really needed some vacation and I should join them for a beach get away in Roatan. Roatan is one of Honduras' 3 bay islands in the carribean. I have heard so much about it but never really took the plunge. It is very touristy and can be rather expensive, but Groupon and off-season make for a winning combo :) Here are a few pics of our tropical paradise.





October 2, 2013

where did it go?

I am sitting here trying to figure out where the time has gone! Only one post in September--sorry about that. The month passed by in such a whirlwind I can't believe it's October now!

September involved: a 2 week visit from my boss, a workshop with all of MCC's current partners, a team meeting with the new workers that came on board in August, partner visits in Teguc and a general assortment of reports and plans due to MCC in the US.

whew.

I get tired all over again just reading that list.

I did manage to take some pictures along the way so here is a look at the last month in more of a photo-essay style :) Oh, and the rodeo was the very last weekend of August...

the copaneco ready for the rodeo & fair, notice boots & belt buckle.
it is serious business.
the bulls for bull-riding

at our partner workshop, keeping ourselves awake :)

teaching some BIC pastors how to play dutch blitz. hilarious!

another "stay awake" activity. I promise we did do a lot of work

the participants at our partner workshop

preparing our reactions for the Honduras goal in the world cup qualifier that night.
sadly they didn't win.
oh--here is the proof we worked at the workshop...

hanging out at team meeting

our whole Honduras team (for now)



Thankful that TOMORROW I head to the capital city (once again) for a weekend of festivities for the wedding of two really great friends! Taking some vacation to enjoy the celebration, and a little beach trip on the side before I return to reality.

September 2, 2013

face to face

You may have heard the news story about the train in Mexico that derailed, killing many migrants riding on top who were trying to find a different life up north. I have read a lot about immigration and the long journey Central Americans have to overcome just to reach the US border, let alone get across it. You can check out a summary here and here.

john moore/getty images
But the images presented in this photo essay are haunting. They give a different glimpse of the struggle many people go through to find a better life. Real people--with names, families, histories. They have favorite futbol teams and favorite corner restaurants. They aren't just numbers in a system. They are real people. I know people just like them, who have made this same perilous journey and lived to tell about it. Their stories are incredible and scary. But they aren't told enough.

I hope you'll check out this moving photo essay.

http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2013/08/an-immigrants-journey/100573/

August 14, 2013

hope de l@s jovenes

I looked around the table at 6 eager faces, all with bright eyes and genuine smiles. Discussing "honduran-isms," regional dialects, and unique foods, the conversation was animated and lively.  We were sharing a meal together at what is quickly becoming my favorite restaurant in San Pedro and getting to know each other better.

4 of us are young people serving with MCC in Honduras; the other 3 are young Hondurans who will be sent out from the Mennonite church to serve in the IVEP and YAMEN programs of MCC. It was fun to talk about what they eagerly anticipate and what scares them about leaving home. Mostly...the food (read: lack of beans and tortillas) weighs heavily on their minds. Will Canadians be nice to them? Will they only eat bread? Will Bolivia be too cold? Will they make new friends?

We had a great time together that afternoon at a "pre-orientation" before their staggered departures to the great unknown. I laughed a lot and appreciated the thoughtfulness and sense of humor they have brought along with them for their adventure.

When I think of what gives me hope for Honduras, their faces come to mind. The spirit of curiosity, "disponibilidad" (availability?), gentleness and humor that they exude while talking freely of their love for God and commitment to their church makes me so proud. Proud that they will represent MCC Honduras and the Honduran Mennonite Church. Proud that people will be able to put a kind face with the stories they have heard about Honduras. With so much negative press, skepticism and high crime statistics from Honduras, it is exciting to meet young people that know they can play a part in making their country better. I know they will be great ambassadors for Honduras and make contributions in each of their respective assignments.

Please pray for these young people (2 going to Bolivia with YAMEN, 2 going to Canada with IVEP) and all the other participants (SALTers too*) around the world who are taking a huge step of faith this week, leaving their comfort zone to try something different. May they be richly blessed by their endeavors and return to bless their families, churches and community with what they will receive from others.

*shout out to my cousin who is taking off for Burkina Faso soon with the SALT program! much love and many prayers A.Z!

August 3, 2013

copaneca de corazon

^ it means: "in my heart, I'm Copaneca" or from Copan.

Yesterday we wrapped up the project with ACDIM in two of my favorite communities. It was a bittersweet day, but filled with so much happiness, so much of the "normal" ridiculousity of my co-workers, and SO. MUCH. FOOD.

In good Honduran fashion, we all shared palabras (words) reflecting on our 2 years with the women, encouraging them to keep moving forward and continue working towards their goal of having a small business. In return, they shared beautiful words of how much they appreciated our friendship, the time we spent with them every month, and the things they learned.


you know how i feel about soup. but this really was delicious.

the soup wasn't enough.
she had to buy her own chickens to take home.

one of my favorite vistas in Honduras
My heart was so full (as was my stomach). We were offered the same hospitality we have always received in these places and shared a fun day with our friends. It is hard to know I won't be going back for awhile.

And I couldn't help but think...no matter where I live in Honduras--I am Copaneca in my heart.