An unforgettable experience.

Here a few things I think of when I think of my time in Honduras:

- The mothers of our students who bring us medicine when we’re sick
- First graders who share their snack every single day with those who don’t have food
- Parents who consistently ask how their students are behaving in class and progressing academically
- An 86-year-old woman raising a second grader who’s not even related to her by blood
- A father who spends half his day driving a truck full of students to and from school
- The doctors that have given us free consults because we’re volunteers
- The family members who clean classrooms or cut the grass every week so their children can go to bilingual school
- Students who have dreams of becoming doctors, teachers, pilots, artists, bankers, or firefighters
- The nuns who donate their funds to families in need of food or medical services
- The teachers who give up their planning periods to dedicate more time to helping their students succeed
- The families that feed us more food than we can eat when we visit their modest homes
- All the people on the street that gave us (questionable) directions to buses or attractions
- Our hostel making us sandwiches to bring on our volcano hike since we’d be missing the complementary breakfast
- Strangers on buses and boats giving up their seats or holding our bags for us