My Semana Santa

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First of all, I’d like to apologize for the lateness of this post, as it should have gone up over a week ago. But since there was no internet service at school, this was delayed. Such things happen here, as the loyal readers of my blog should know by now. In any event, it won’t hurt the telling of today’s post.

Thursday of the week before last, I went by car to the tiny village of La Venta (pop. about 300) located about an hour north of Tegucigalpa. I had been prmised this trip for some time by some of my hosts family, who were born in the village. Upon arrival, I was struck by how quiet it was compared to the city and how slow-paced everything seemed to be there. After a delicious meal of chicken and fries at a little cafe, I started to explore the village and surrounding countryside.

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I’ll admit, there was a bit more in the village than I initially expected. In addition to a health center and elementary school, there was a high school, two churches (one Catholic and the other protestant), and even a well-kept bilingual school. This was started by a Swiss man, of all people. We passed him by in our car as we passed by the school. The main industry there seems to be lumbering, in addition to agriculture. There was only one road leading through the village. While there, I was taken to a high rock outcropping from which there was a view of the surrounding countryside for miles in either direction. The first picture in this post was taken atop that.

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Sometime in the afternoon as we were preparing to leave the car refused to start up again and I had visions of staying in the village that night. Thankfully, the woman I travelked with owned a house in the village we could have stayed at. After ssveral hours of visiting family of their in the village, we left as by this time the car had been fixed. Part of me regretted not being able to stay overnight in the village as it would have been quite the experience.

The next day, I went downtown with my host Lucas and his brother-in-law Mundo to see the rugs there. But these were no ordinary rugs. I had been told their name in Spanish but I still wasn’t sure exactly what they were made of. It wasn’t until I actually arrived downtown and bent down to take a sniff of one that I got my answer. It was sawdust! For over a quarter of a mile, a street had been shut down so that artists could put their rugs on the pavement. All the rugs had bright colors and had different themes, from abstract to religious. Periodically, the rugs were sprayed with water by their creators.

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The next day, I attended a meeting of the Hondurasn Fellowship of ministers and missionaries, of which I am a member. This was announced as a Chili cook off or something siilar, as the meal there had Chili as a main feature. The meal and meeting were held at the house of an American missionary family about 45 minutes south of Tegucigalpa, up on a mountainside outside the village of Ojojona. I enjoyed my time there immensely, eating lots of food I hadn’t eaten in a while (brownies and chocolate chip cookies!) I also got to meet a lot of other members of the fellowship, most being Americans but a few being Canadians. By the end of the day I was tired and a bit sunburnt on my face from being out in the sun so much but the trip there was well worth it.

100_5584 The farm in Ojojona where the beard family has horses, goats, and chickens

Now, I’m in the middle of exams for the first quarter and back to my usual routine. But my Semana Santa was definitely one to remember and I can only hope my next break from classes is just as eventful!

 

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2 thoughts on “My Semana Santa

    • I love these because I to like to travel and see and experience different places and foods. Every day we pray for you and only good experiences.

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