She got here on Friday and we pretty much went straight to the streets to play street soccer with my boys and the staff of The Micah Project. I was worried about how she would handle being around all of my street friends (the smelly, dirty, high-off-shoe-glue boys I have come to know and love), but as we were walking up to the field in the downtown streets, one of the men came out to give me a hug and Jenny reached over and grabbed him for a hug as well. I was impressed with how well she did. It means so much to me that one of my family members was able to be a part of something I am so passionate about. As I was on the field playing soccer, I kept running over to her making sure she was ok, but she barely ever had time to answer that she was because she was busy holding the little baby girls on her lap and spinning the kids in circles and loving on them and playing with them in a way they long for. After our hour on the soccer field was up, we set up the buckets to wash feet and she said, "Can I wash feet?" I told her yes, but warned her of how gross these guys' feet are and how you never know what fungus or sores to expect to find when you wash their feet. She didn't care, she did it anyways. It was awesome.
On Saturday we jumped on a bus and headed down south to Amapala (an island with a huge volcano in the center of it and black sand beaches all around the base). It was great to have a day to relax in the sun and play in the Pacific Ocean.
Sunday included church and Ultimate Frisbee afterwards up at school. It has been so HOT here recently that I was sure we were all going to pass out from heat stroke while we were playing, but we still had fun and Jenny was so hard core about it, she even flipped over a bench to catch a Frisbee, bruising her rib cage and doing some damage to her shins. Of course she kept on playing though......she is a Jones after all.
Monday and Tuesday were spent at school, introducing her to all of my students. They all thought it was hilarious that Jenny is taller than me and kept calling her "Super Jones" and me "Mini Jones." Apparently they all thought I was the oldest and couldn't get over the fact that I look so tiny next to her towering height (especially in Honduran standards). My girls each kept sneaking in the room and standing next to me, whispering in my ear, "Can you introduce me to her. I want to talk to her" and my boys......well, let's just say they all paid a little bit closer attention in class trying to impress the new Ms. Jones.
Today we are headed up to La Tigra to stay the night in the mountains and hopefully hike around a little bit and tomorrow will be spent in the town of Valle de Angeles, relaxing in central square and eating baleadas.
It will be sad to have her leave on Friday, but it has been so great having her here while I can!
