This past week we embarked on a grand
adventure. This included hiking through the cloud forest, exploring caves,
swimming in a river, and becoming very well acquainted with mud. We got to hike
down a mountain to get to church and then hike back up the mountain, thankfully
the hike back up was after a delicious meal served to us by the village.
Several of the guys on our site got to demonstrate their great strength by
chopping down massive trees with an axe. A number of us, including myself, got
to wield machetes and chop the bark off of the fallen trees. Then the majority
of our group carried those trees out of the forest. This task required not only
great strength but excellent teamwork.
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Hiking through the cloud forest |
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Rob teaching us about the program. |
After 2 days of backbreaking work we headed off to our Kek’chi village homestays. This included a long drive and a longer hike. We finally arrived at the village and were warmly welcomed. We then met our host families and in group of 3, headed off to their houses. We immediately noticed the differences between the houses in the village of Seselche what we were used to in Canada. For one, most of us had a long walk to get to the houses we stayed at; for many this walk was up a very muddy hill. The houses were very simple, with wood walls, tin roofs, and dirt floors. Turning on the light meant lighting a candle and making supper required building a fire. However primitive these conditions may have been the Kek’chi people who welcomed us seemed stronger because of it. I can’t begin to describe how blessed I felt by my host family. I counted 4 beds in a family of 7 people, and for the 3 nights we stayed with them they gave us 2 of those beds. Around the fire there where 3 or 4 chairs, all 3 of us girls got a chair. Not only did they sacrifice some of their own comfort for us, they also made us a part of their family. In my house, and I know in many others, we got to help them make tortillas for supper one day. Although some of us were told our tortillas looked like a map of Mexico (which is apparently a tad bit insulting) the women gladly let us participate in their lives. These are only some of the ways that I felt blessed by my host family, and I know others have many more stories.
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Playing with our host family. |
This past week was incredibly full of
adventures and learning experiences. Our prayer as a group, and perhaps what could become your prayer for us, is that
we would continue to be impacted by our Coban experience. We hope to not walk
away with only the thought that “Wow, I’m so glad that my life easier than
that.” We don’t want to feel blessed by what we have so much as we want to feel
blessed by what the Kek’chi families gave us, open arms and open doors.
- Kelsey
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