hard day at work

It is hard to put into words what this trip a been like. I do know this it is a trip that is not for the faint of heart. No matter what job you got to do it was harkd work and what made it even harder was we spoke 3 different languages. From digging a ditch where there was  an inch or two of dirt then rock, breaking and moving the rocks that were as big as a car to emptying a bobtail truck of sand by hand, mixing cement on the ground by hand, bending metal with homemade tools, moving a bunch of smaller rocks out of the way then moveing them to another spot to fill in behind the walls that had been made of more rock and cement to the kitchen where the ladies made two large meals and drinks and snacks everyday for all the workers. The kitchen was an area around 8x12 ft. out side under a tin roof and the stove was an open fire. They were in there all day. I am sure they made hundreds of tortillas each day. Some of them do this with a baby on their backs. When I helped in the kitchen they kept pointing to a chair for  me to sit down, they were worried about me. Even some of the children had jobs.            

No doubt about it the people we met and worked with  in La Ceiba are hard working  and very caring people. It has been a great adventure.