Honduras

  I was just thinking a few weeks ago how lucky our family has been in terms of getting sick.  We have barely had a cold all year and our intestines have even adjusted to the water fairly well.  All was well and fine until the plague hit us.  It started with fevers a few weeks ago around the time of the big fire, and we have been sick with some intestinal malady for almost three weeks.  Every time each of us is feeling better we think we can eat something normal again…wrong!  It leads to yet more diarrhea, painful cramps, and for Lucas, more vomiting.  When is it going to end?  Henry does not have an ounce of fat left on him.  The poor guy looks like a concentration camp victim. 

Then, we were having dinner last night with two boys from the hogar, when pestilence hit.  It had just rained which triggered some massive termite migration.  Millions of them started pouring into our house through every crack and crevice.  It was like something from a bad horror movie. There was nothing we could do except swat at the winged little bastards.  They were falling in our food and from the ceilings all over the house.  We spent several hours trying to kill them all to no avail. Several ranch kids said, “Oh, those are palomillas (termites).  Be careful, they like to crawl in your ears and they make you go deaf.”  Oh great! That’s just what we needed to hear before bed, even if we didn’t believe them.  The boys would never go to sleep.  Our house was crawling with them.  Then, to top it off, the electricity went out for the 25^th time this month, so we could no longer see where all their little

squiggling bodies were.   This morning there were little carcasses all over the floors and counter tops, not to mention our beds. Today, wings continue to fall from the ceiling every time a breeze blows.  Scream!!!!!!!!!!!  Its time to go home!

termite wings and bodies all over the kitchen