Excerpts from my Belizean diary: Ate a breakfast of fried jack’s.

Day 3- I played with the kids. Got to know many of them. I ate a soup for lunch, the unknown concoction. With homemade tortillas, of course. Then, painted chalkboards. I, then, inhaled the best Snickers bar of my life. And I feel like I have been here for longer than a day.

I have been thinking about the tremendous effort we have put in, but when we leave, what is to come of these small changes? That is why we need everyone. If you ever have the chance to go on any mission trip, anywhere, do it. It is life changing. I believe I might experience culture shock upon my return to the States. So, to continue my efforts, I have promised myself to send packages to my dear friends in Belize. They deserve it.  The way they are living is incredible. The women must be incredibly tough. It makes me feel horrible, to say the least.


March 22, 2010. Uncategorized.

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