Nica Team 2011: Ryan Camenish 07/10/2011
Dear Folks, my name is Ryan Camenisch. I am in Nicaragua, and this is our last day here. If you have read any of the blogs at all, you probably know what we have been doing and where we have been and all that jazz. However, right now, as I am typing this our team is riding in a bus from Ometepe to Rivas then head to Managua and where we will stay the night till the plane back to Estados Unidos. Brad (my brother) just put on a fake mustache which slightly resembled that of Inspector Cluseau (spell check did not help me out with that) but yeah, the guy from Pink Panther. So people are getting some laughs. It is, needless to say, ridiculously hot here… like… sweating is not optional and clean clothes are the ones you haven't put on yet. But somehow, as we ride along in this bus and the hot air flows through each window, it feels quite pleasant and makes one wonder how speed at which you feel the air affects how much your body appreciates it. Anyhow, we were able to swim in the Pacific Ocean for a bit today, which is always a wonderful treat. Perhaps one day we will get to do some deep sea fishing on the last day of our trip. Overall I think everyone is happy with the work we were able to do at Cicrin. I know everyone worked hard and I hope everyone had a good time. I very much enjoyed working with my group and even though I am sure I was hard to work with at times and tried everyone's patience. But I think our group as a whole a big blessing to the orphanage and and I think we made some major progress on several projects. Ojo de Tigre The smells here are more often "estinky" than not and the bugs are very much like white on rice, but when we are in a moving vehicle the bugs cannot bother us, and smells do not linger for long. We try to pass the time by joking around and making fun of Brad. I am looking forward to not eating rice and having ice available. Being with the orphans was such a blessing and a convicting experience. I made friends with one little boy named Jose, I think he was about 6 or 7 at the most. Everyday I asked him "Que pasa?" (what's happenin?") and he would say "Nada" (nothing) everyday… but he carried on with his toothless grin and gave me a high five. I am not looking forward to all the voicemails and work stuff I will have to catch up on when I get back, but, it can't be helped. Thanks to all of you who have kept us in your prayers! over and out, Ryan CommentsLeave a Reply |
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