It is so fun when people ask you where you went on Spring Break and you
get to say things like, "I went to a third world country and saved a
bunch of people's lives." That makes me happy. here are some of the
very good pictures.
The bus ride to the hotel.
A night of Soccer and Moonlight.
Our resort. Comendor and Hotel San Pedro Sula Inn.
Caiti has NO CLUE what this woman is saying.
A Honduran City. Buenos Aires.
Look at the speed demon.
A horse tied in the highway.
Two puppies, three of seven lived past two days. They hung the other
four. They were all females, the ones they killed. Sorry gals.
Ignore the "Lack of Shower Hair," and focus on one of the only
surviving puupies, and the only one without fleas, hence I am holding
him.
The Good Friday Procession in Buenos Aires.
Marbella, Her name means, "Beautiful Sea."
A boy in a tree in Buenos Aires.
The ceiling of the pharmacy in Buenos Aires.
Demi, Jackie, and Lee on a shaky-Ass bridge.
Taco about to be run over by a bus on a shaky-Ass bridge.
The amazing Plumbing Staff.
People farming sugar. One of my favorite Past Times.
A church in Bueno Gemple
Becksy.
The Peds Unit of Bueno Gemple.
Sindy and I in La Flecha.
The Ruins at Copon.
What a cutie.
Lucia and the others walking down thousand year old stairs.
Central Park in the City of Copon.
Me giving a kid a neb in Rosario. Nevermind that position, I am comfortable.
A mix of Malnutrition, Muscular Dystrophy, Dehydration, and Downs
Syndrome all smacked onto an 11 month old, weighing in at 8.5lbs.
Nija and Taco. I sense some tension.
Those are my Foakley's Jessica.
Graciella rocked the Casbah with Amanda.
Amanda, Jen, Diedre, and Patty (Our personal Chef.)
And my favorite, Alma and I. My sister's best friend. I finally met her.