Tomorrow is election day in Honduras. A new president will be chosen for a single four-year term. The current presidencial term continues in peaceful turmoil with a usurper in power and the legal president a virtual prisoner in the Brazilian embassy. We here at the orphanage are more interested in the real lessons of life: a chicken pen sturdy enough to hold the chickens in check so that we can plant a garden; growing food for the table. The Saturday after Thanksgiving Day we can see the new bean sprouts rising from the soil in the little garden visible in the top left picture. In the large open patio where we’re standing in the two bottom right pics we’re surrounded by new little corn seedlings sprouting all around us. The rocks you see in the large pile to the left of Sulma in the top second right pic were removed by hand day after day, everyone helping in our quest for self sufficiency: we’re still clearing out rocks. I could only spend a couple of hours working today. Because of the election all PCVs are restricted to our homes from noon today until Monday noon. Next Saturday I’m taking the six oldest children and the nun to a hands-on educational organic farm above Siguatepeque so that they might see and learn how they can develop the space where they live.