In the midst of my robbery woes I forgot to mention that I went dancing. Oh yes...salsa dancing. At La Sin Ventura. Same place as last year. It was great. I really would like to take some more lessons. Maybe on my off week I'll figure something out.
So the St.Cloud team comes in today, which means my dad is coming. I'm so excited. We'll leave for Puerto Barrios bright and early tomorrow. While San Cristobal was freezing, Barrios is going to be quite warm. I can't figure out which is better. At least now people won't be stealing patient blankets, but I imagine it's going to smell in the sleeping quarters. Ew.
On an especially good note, since my dad is coming, it means I'll be getting some care packages. Woot. He's getting me replacements to a bunch of the stuff that got ripped off. Hairdryer, curling iron, etc. Can't do much about the clothes I lost. Not about to send Dad out for that. I also got my jade jewelry stolen. That can be replaced fairly easily, but it's still a bummer.
If only there was a Target down here. Everything would be better.
Anyway, a little about the location. Puerto Barrios is on the Atlantic coast, tropical, though I hear it's kind of the armpit of the carribbean. In contrast to the remote villages we normally go into, Barrios is a big (dirty) port town. Not so long ago the Japanese built a beautiful 16 million dollar hospital which is getting almost zero use. They're underfunded and understaffed, operating at a fraction of their potential. It will definitely be the nicest facility we've ever used. Everything is new and top of the line. No outdated equipment. No doing labwork in the broom closet. No housing recovery in tents. This place is mint.
As always, your prayers are coveted. Stuff can fall apart down here in a fraction of a second. I'm a strong believer in spiritual warfare. I'm beginning to realize that the powers that be truly do not want us down here. In addition to the medical relief we do, we've had amazing evangelistic responses. The local churches have been getting invovlved, providing spiritual support to the patients. It's truly awesome, but not going unnoticed.
Exhaustion, frustration, illness, friction, theft, anything that can happen to discourage us, has. Prayer is so important.
On a different note, someone commented on my last post saying that I was jumping to conclusions by speculating that the guards had a hand in the robbery. If they truly did, which considering the incredible corruption down here is entirely possible, I feel very little compassion for them. Poverty is no arguement for dubious morals.
You'd think they would rob the nice BMWs in the parking lot. The "rich pigs," as my socialist leaning friends would say. Oh no, they robbed the clearly marked mission organzation truck. "HELPS International, Changing Lives." While they're at it, why don't they go mug the barefoot eight-year olds selling peanuts out on the street.
Anyway, I need to finish packing. Love you all, miss you tons.
Cheers. |