Where am I?

For those of you wondering, let me tell you where I am. I'm living at Proyecto Alcance, Reach Out Orphanage Inc., in La Masica, Honduras. La Masica is on the northern coast of Honduras, it lies halfway between the cities of Tela, to the west, and La Ceiba, to the east. We about ten miles south of the coastline and a little over a mile north of the "Sierra de Nombre de Dios" mountains, in english... "Name of God Mountain Range." Proyecto Alcance (PA) is a nonprofit christian organization run by David and Dialis Romaro. Our main project is an childrens' orphanage of about 19 kids. We also have our own private christian school in the town of San Juan Pueblo, about 8 miles to the west of La Masica, with grades kindergarten - 3rd currently, with plans to expand up to 6th grade at the start of the next year in February. We also have two churches, one is in La Masica, inside the main project, build for the kids, but we also serve the community. Our other church is located about a half mile from our school in San Juan Pueblo (SJP), to serve the people of SJP. Behind of church in SJP, we have a colony where we bought a large piece of land and divided it into lots. We have given all the lots away to extremely poor families and have raised funds to help some of them build of home on their land. In our colony and else where in the two communities we serve in, PA has bought and given away over 41 lots. We also have a sponorship program for the kids that attend our two churches and the kids in our orphanage.

As for me, my job is one of many. Here is list of jobs that I preform.... bus driver to/from church and school in San Juan, construction helper @ school, calculate monthly finances, substitute teach the english for the kids, teach english everyday to the teachers during student breaks, personal assistant to Dialis, preach, revitalize the youth service in our San Juan church, and many other small jobs, including my chores at the project.

I've been here at Proyecto Alcance since June '08 and I have written a few blogs early on, but my jump drive was stolen and I thought I lost them. But I was able to fins some of them. So some of these early blogs were written early on.

I want to take this time to thank everyone who has supported me financially, donations, and through prayers. Everything you've done is great appriecated and is needed for me to fulfill God's will in my life. Thank you!

Take care and God Bless
Tim

Where are the days going?

Where are the days going?
16 September 2008

Another busy week has pasted and it’s already almost half way into this week. Last week was really busy with kids’ days on last Wednesday. Kids’ day is like mothers’ day or fathers’ day. We had lots of games and candy. We had to celebrate over a few days b/c of having to worry not just about the kids in the orphanage, but also the kids in our school and in the colony. I spend that evening with the kids and families in our colony in San Juan Pueblo. They had three piñatas and the kids went CRAZY when they burst with candy. Kids in America are mild compared to the way these kids reacted. There were even parents jumping over chairs to get to the pile to get candy. After the celebration I hung out in a couple homes and watched Honduras beat up on Jamaica. And when I drove home, back to La Masica, I realized how passionate these people are about their football (soccer). When I got to the highway I realized I was in the middle of huge celebration parade. And when I got out of San Juan Pueblo, I thought it was over until I made to the first corner and realized I had caught up to a line of about 25 cars. All of them had the hazard lights on, flags flying, people hanging out of cars and yelling. We traveled on the highway from SJP to La Masica and a whopping speed of 30 mph. Every little town we pasted through, people were along the road screaming and yelling in celebration. I, of course, joined the celebration. I turned on my hazards and rolled down the window and laid on the horn. Our parade turned down the main road into La Masica and went up and down almost every road in town. I stayed on the main road and went back to the house. But I could hear the whole town going crazy. From what I hear, it was the first time Honduras has ever beat Jamaica at home.

This past weekend was a celebration for Independence Day. Independence was actually yesterday, 15 Sept. They had parades Sunday and Monday, and they are so slow moving. I was cool to see them, but they were a bit boring. I did get to see some of the parade in SJP yesterday and that was entertaining. Because of the holiday, we don’t have any school all week. So I hoping the week don’t go by too slow. Tomorrow I get to bus a soccer team of 16 yr old boys to La Ceiba for a game, so that should be fun.

I'm Back

I’m back

Well it’s about 1:30 am here in Honduras, which that makes it 3:30am back in Atlanta. It was another adventure traveling down just like my last flight down here was. I had no problems getting to Fort Lauderdale, but then I had a ten hours layover at FLL. I was able to find an empty info counter to camp out at in the airport, with the help of one of the workers at the airport telling me the best place to take a nap is at. The only thing is, I didn’t realize there was still a sign over the counter that said, “Airport information.” So each time I poked me head up from behind the counter, someone would usually approach me and as me for some help. With the help of some Tylenol pm, I was able to get close to three of sleep.

Our flight left FLL on time and we got into San Pedro Sula (SPS) a bit early. The plans for my ride changed just before I left Florida, Instead of David driving two hours in the dark to get me, Stef was going to pick me up and take me to her hotel to stay the night since she is already in SPS. And tomorrow, David is supposed to pick me up in the afternoon. The problem is Stef fell asleep and didn’t wake up to pick me up at the airport. I tried calling her cell for about 45 mins, but no answer. I got lucky and actually remembered the name of her hotel and I got a taxi to take me there. And that taxi flew through the roads.

When I got to the hotel, everything in the lobby was pitch black. I didn’t realize, but the there were two guys sitting on the sits near the door. I knocked, hoping someone might hear me. When the guy came to the door, he told me he had no rooms, but luckily Stef had saved a room for me and when “I told them who my sister is and my name, they let me in. I called Stef’s room and woke her up… she was really surprised to hear my voice.

My hotel room reminds of what I would think a rehab room might look like. It’s just big enough to fit my bed and a little desk with a fan, phone, and pitcher. The bathroom is actually a decent size and nice a clean. I guess I’m going to try to get some sleep. Until next time, take care and God Bless to everyone!