Today was our official day for servicio social. We went to Hoga (remember your silent H), a center that helps with the rehabilitation of kids with various mental and physical disabilities. There were no kids there, since it was Saturday, but there was a lot of stuff that needed to be done. Our basic goal was to help them clean up before a big fundraising meeting.
The girls went inside to clean and the guys stayed outside to tidy up the property (there had been construction recently and there were a lot of material scattered around). I was put on arbol duty; collecting the big pieces of a bunch of trees that had fallen down, and putting them in a pile near the edge of the lot. I felt pretty tough, no lie, lugging around giant pieces of dead nature, but there was one trunk that I couldn't make any headway one, so after getting the others, I joined Greg, Adrian, and Stephen.
They were working with a few of the Hoga employees to relocate bunch of materials to a space behind a shed. It was basically a big pile of junk becoming a more orderly, less visible pile of junk. While moving stuff, we encountered roughly 82 cucarachas* (i can't bring myself to type it in English - nasty critters), 73 mil spiders, and 2 scrawny (and rather perturbed) opossums. (also, with the physics knowledge and strength of these other three gentlemen, we finally moved the big tree trunk with levers and other crafty stuff).
One tour, eight horses, and 23 sandwiches later; we left Hoga and headed for the hotel.
We thought better of it though and went to the centro instead to snag some gifts for our homies back home. Shopping, shopping, shopping....joking, laughing, playing... then we went to a delicious buffet (Mario joined us) for second lunch/early dinner (4:30 PM ish).
Back to the hotel! Shower! Clean shirt!
Tonight we went to Josue's grupo again and Henry talked about allowing the Spirit to bear fruit in our lives (a la Galatians 5). Afterwards we hung out and talked (some really encouraging talks, too) and told jokes that were funny and told jokes that were hilarious and told jokes that were probably best left untold...it was glorious.
Back to the hotel, had some more good conversations, typed a blog post, and then I went to bed when I realized that my grammar had been steadily spiraling towards oblivion.
Pray for the Church. The whole thing in all of her messy beauty. And for safe travel tomorrow.
*all of the numbers in the blog are potential victims of gross exaggeration and just pure made-up-ed-ness.
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