The days have been busy and my foot is healing, slowly but surely. Our chicken pen at the orphange is nearing completion. School classes are out for the winter until February. I am, however, giving private English language lessons to three other groups, which keeps me busy four days of the week. Tomorrow, Wednesday, I leave for another medical brigada high in the mountains above the city of Comayagua at an aldea called Valle Bonito. Truly a beautiful place; I have been there before. Two weeks ago I was with a brigada at another mountain aldea organized by an entirely Honduran medical team and we attended to 415 medical patients and 80 dental patients that day. Next week I have a four-day workshop in Choluteca, Honduras’ southernmost departamento noted for its hot weather and the following week I have a return appt with my orthopedist in Tegucigalpa. I finally received my new replacement camera from the states, sent by my wonderful daughter Andrea: now I have to figure out how to use the dang thing. Finally, my own pictures to accompany the narrative. Just in time to record our Thanksgiving dinner at the orphanage. Truly something for which to be thankful.