18. April 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

We worked our butts off, the aspirantes (trainees) and I, last Saturday.  From the bottom right the pic shows the tejas (tiles) in the distance that we moved that morning.  Past the shower/bathroom around the patio to an empty corner room where Evan, Katy and Anastasia and I hand-carried the tejas for temporary storage while construction continues.  Outside the storage area the workers continued the rebuilding across from the patio where they had already constructed the tarima (platform visible in the last two upper left pics) for the water tanks that will be installed in a couple of weeks; the tarima just visible in the bottom right pic from where we moved the tejas.  The aspirantes volunteer their labor every Saturday morning.  They finish their capacitacion (Field Based Training) in La Paz on May 7th, after which they will be sworn in by the U.S. Ambassador at the U.S. Embassy in Tegucigalpa as Peace Corps Volunteers and sent to posts all across the country.

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10. April 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

My friend, Nick Wobbrock, is a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer (RPCV) who has made a tremendous impact in Honduras.  I am in La Paz because of him.  The month before he left last May, he introduced me to Sister Edith and the children of the Hogar San Jose who had been forced from their original home because the alcaldia wanted to establish a museum on the property, which never happened.  They had no other place to go except the abandoned property that had been used as the neighborhood dump for 30 years.  The night I went there with Nick he asked if I could help.  Hey Nick, check out the fence around the patio; check out the canaletas being soldered together for the platforms that will support the water purification tanks so the kids can have potable water to drink; check out eight-month-old Maria Jose who is wearing her first pair of shoes.  We have only just begun.  Thank you and your family for your help.

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4. April 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

A year ago I walked the 12 stations of the cross around the city beginning at 8AM and finishing around noon with my host mother.  I had never noticed before but there are actually 12 stations placed at strategic points around the city in a large square comprising several city blocks of the downtown area.  On Good Friday thousands of citizens led by the parish priests and acolytes form a procession and begin at the church steps to commence a march with a stop before each station of the cross where the procession stops to pray (please see my entry from April 2009 for pics).  It was unbearably HOT a year ago so I decided to wait until the procession came to an end in front of the church this year to take pics.  I was too late.  The procession had just ended when I arrived at the church.   The photos, consequently, are of the clean-up after thousands of people had already walked over the dozens of alfombras that are carefully constructed by legions of believers the day before.  The alfombras are constructed over several hours using brightly colored sawdust, much like Tibetan or Hopi sand paintings.  And like the former, their existence is transitory.  As is our own existence on earth.

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31. March 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

Chief Lempira, cornered in a shallow cave on the hillside above La Esperanza by invading Spanish forces in the early 1500s, managed to elude capture following a prolonged campaign.  After the murdering Spaniards began their conquest of the native peoples of Honduras, Chief Lempira of the Lenca people unified more than 200 tribes to form a resistance army of more than 30,000 indigenous warriors.  Unable to conquer him militarily the cowardly Spaniards lured the brave cacique warrior into an ostensible peace-talking trap and assassinated him in 1537 at the nearby aldea of Erandique after which all resistance crumbled.  At “La Gruta” in La Esperanza a shrine was established in his honor at the site of the cave and is maintained and celebrated by the Lenca people to this date.  With my friend Robynn I climbed the Salvador Dali-inspired stone steps up the side of the hill to the grotto overlooking the green pastoral valley and city below.  Ringed by mountaintops, the departamento capital twin cities of La Esperanza/Intibuca occupy the highest valley plain in the country and the weather is the coolest in Honduras.  It reminded me of Seattle.  I revisited La Esperanza this week to collaborate with my fellow PCV over a Maternal Health/OB Emergencies workshop we’re putting on for the new class of PC aspirantes who are in La Paz for two months of training before they are accepted as Peace Corps Volunteers.  The Lenca people remain very much a presence and power here in the heart of Lenca country, for the name of Chief Lempira translates from the Lenca language to “Lord of the Mountains” and the twin city of Intibuca is a Lenca name, and … the national currency is called the Lempira.

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20. March 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

The Fundacion Senor San Jose was told to exit its original home by the alcaldia a year ago, that’s when I became involved with the children, during my Field Based Training (FBT) that all aspiring trainees (aspirantes) must complete satisfactorily before becoming Peace Corps Volunteers: much like military boot camp.  The alcaldia’s plan was ostensibly to turn the building into a museum (which never happened).  So Sister Edith was left with no place to go and the responsibility of caring for 17 children.  She chose a building abandoned for approximately 30 years that had degenerated to the point of being used as the neighborhood dump.  She went before the alcaldia’s town council and received written permission to move onto the abandoned premises.  Over the past year it has become home to the Hogar San Jose.  There, however, remains one major problem.  The title to the property is missing and no one seems to know who is the rightful owner.  The story is that the property was sold to the state.  This is a very important point as no foundation or funding source will invest for improvement in a property that has no clear title.  All the improvements being made at present are being completed via the personal donations of persons like the Wobbrock family in Portland, Oregon and Dan Tiedge of the Virginia Health Center.  The above pics show the trash-burning fire, at the far top center of the large central patio where we’re growing a garden, smack in the middle of the 11-picture collage.  The pic next to the fire shows the new construction to the left as we enter the Hogar and the sequence of photos continues around the square to the end where the most recent construction has been finished.  Because of the title dispute the only construction at present is limited to metal supports and sheet-metal roofing to provide shade for the children and shelter from the elements.  More about this later….

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9. March 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

I had been sitting in the shade after irrigating and picking corn from the milpa talking with Leroy, shucking corn just before lunch, while he did his homework.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw the first vulture light atop one of the Hogar’s ruined walls.  It sat there hunched over like vultures do.  Leroy commented on the birds when the second vulture flew in to sit close by the first.  Zopilotes, I said.  He laughed.  I wonder what they’re doing here?  The scavengers are ubiquitous, dozens float in the wind currents high above the city daily.  A half-dozen toddlers played around my feet making a nuisance of themselves asking for corn shucks in their childish garbles.  Suddenly I heard a cry: The chicken! screamed the nun.  I saw her dash from the kitchen, yelling.  I looked and saw that one of the vultures had swooped down to where Sister Edith had set a large pan with a frozen chicken to defrost in the sun a short distance away.  The startled vulture had just started to peck at the chicken carcass and quickly jumped into the sky to settle back on the ruined wall.  The nun walked back clutching lunch tightly to her chest and the toddlers, as one, ran towards the two vultures waving their tiny arms, shouting in cherub anger to keep the birds at bay.

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28. February 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

I came by the Hogar this Sunday to take the kids’ shoe size measurements because the Palmerola Military Base is donating shoes for all the kids: as well as backpacks for the school age children.  The US soldiers also built our chicken pen paying the cost out of their own pockets.  Daniel decided to take my picture on his mom’s cell phone while I was taking pictures of the recent improvements.  A donation of $500 accomplished all the above.  In two weeks the Virginia Health Center will finance the building of the wood platforms for the installation of a water filtration system so that the kids can have potable water to drink.  Day after tomorrow I leave for Tegus early (6AM) for what I hope will be my last dental appointment.  We continue to move forward against all odds.  More about that later….

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19. February 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

We harvested the first ears of corn from our milpa today for lunch.  Enough for the 22 Hogar San Jose residents and the volunteer workers putting up the metal posts that will support the metal laminas that will serve as a roof to protect from the sun and rain.  With the $500 that was donated by former PCV Nick Wobbrock and his family and Dan Tiedge of the Virginia Health Center, Sister Edith was able to purchase the materials to continue our renovation of the premises and solicit the volunteer help to make it happen.  In addition the alcaldia donated the labor and materials to replaster and paint the kitchen and dining room area and the entryway.  While all this activity occurs, life goes on: ergo the four youngsters waiting for bath time before lunch and the fresh corn on the cob.

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10. February 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

A three-tooth permanent bridge, when it fails, is removed from its foundation by cutting it into three pieces with a high-speed drill.  I sat in the dentist’s chair for three hours yesterday for the second time in a month while a different dentist sawed the second bridge from my head.  The replacement bridge I had waited a month for and that was installed last Friday lasted one day.  Saturday night after dinner I sat watching television happily eating peanuts when I suddenly felt a familiar sensation.  A peanut had factured my day-old bridge!  It was obvious that the first dentist, a male, had been less than diligent installing my first replacement bridge.  It was more than obvious that the second dentist, a female, was thorough and fastidious and very professional.  The first guy hadn’t taken a single Xray.  The lady took three.  The first guy sent the tooth impressions to Guatemala for the bridge construction.  The lady is having my new bridge made in Tegucigalpa at a laboratory near her office.  My new bridge should be ready in one to two weeks.  I expect to be happily eating peanuts again shortly.

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6. February 2010 by Fortunato Velasquez.

The last week in January I traveled to La Masica to visit with friends I worked with during my three-month residence in that small municipalidad.  My first day there I stayed with my Canadian friend, Bob.  He is a volunteer in a Canadian volunteer group similar to the U.S. Peace Corps.  An engineer, he works in forestation and water projects.  We had lunch in the very humble one-room home of his adopted Honduran family.  Bob’s contract has been suspended and he has been living on his own savings since last September.  His Honduran friend, a night watchman, has not been paid for two months.  My visit had been expected for a few weeks and therefore came at a very trying financial moment.  I learned all this while waiting for lunch, and also that the night watchman had gone fishing the previous day and caught an iguana and a turtle.  That is what we had for lunch, the amphibian flesh stewed in a coconut sauce that was truly delicious.  My last night in La Masica I was invited to a supper at my previous contraparte’s brother’s home, a gentleman who had just been elected to a seat as a diputado to the national legislature: a position similar to that of a congressman back in the states.  They killed a pig for the occasion, all the new diputado’s very large extended family participating.  I arrived just as the hapless porker was clubbed across the head and had its throat slit.  Sitting three feet away I watched as the men hired to prepare the chancho scrapped off the stiff red hairs with boiling water, washed the body with soap and cold water, cut off the pink skin in long strips, then disemboweled the creature hanging by its hind legs.  The carcass was subsequently cleaved in half with a machete and the meat cut into chunks and tossed into a wood-fired boiling vat of lard, the chopped up pieces of skin cooking in a separate vat into chicharros, in Mexico called chicharrones.  I used to participate in similar family events growing up in California on my grandmother’s farm.  Life as it is in Honduras.  I returned today from Tegucigalpa.  Yesterday I finally had my new Guatemalan-constructed bridge inserted into my old mouth.  I also saw my orthopedist while in the capital who pronounced my foot as improving but who wants to see me again in three months.  And my life goes on….  In a couple of weeks I will have been in-country for a year.

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