Drill baby drill!

Ok, so another hokey title, but at least it's not what you expected...Honduras- Day 3.  After two days of traveling we ended up at our drill site this morning around 9 a.m.  The village is about 45 minutes from our hotel.  While the area around our hotel is extremely poor, it doesn't even compare to the extreme poverty where we are digging.

When we arrived at the village some of the villagers had already begun digging the holes for the well.  I am sure there is a lot more technical word for the two holes and trenches that connected them, but remember, I'm as "city" as they come.  There were dozens of kids and adults waiting on us when arrived.

As soon as we got of the bus, one of the Living Water missionaries gathered all the men around and shared the plan of salvation.  He explained to them why we were here and that while we will bring water to the village, only Jesus can bring Living Water to fill their soul.  Several of the men prayed to receive Christ.  It is neat to see that Living Water centers their mission around the gospel and it is evident that they desire to see these villages come to know the Lord.

Lindsey and Meghan (from Mississippi) worked with the kids and women teaching them hygiene.  That took all of 5 minutes and then they ended up playing with them, teaching them Bible stories, singing songs, and just spending time getting to know them.  Lindsey's Spanish definitely came in handy during this day.  While all the kids loved her, she is claiming that she is bringing this little girl home.

She asked Lindsey if she had any kids.  When she told her no, she said, "why not, you are married and married people are supposed to have kids.  But if you don't have kids, do you have a rooster?"  So there you have it, if you don't have kids, you should have a rooster.  I'll have to make sure to tell our new dog, Thomas, that he will be replaced by a rooster.  Following those questions, several of the kids came over to visit me.  They asked me to put my head down.  While I thought that was a strange request I thought, "hey, when in Honduras, do as the Hondurians do" and I did it.  Little did I know that the "fun game" they wanted to play was "pull as many grey hairs out of Blake's head as they could."  I thought it was funny the first two or three hairs they pulled out...but when they were still pulling it out 5 minutes later, it wasn't so funny.  I mean, where did all that grey hair come from anyway?!

I'm not exactly sure to tell you what we did other than filling up two holes with water, drilled a hole 85 feet deep, checked every five feet for what was coming up out of the hole, taking the pipe out (after we stuck it in the ground 85 feet deep), used a C-wrench to get the pipes off, and then set up for work tomorrow.  So there you have it, 8 hours of work explained in a very poorly written, non-technical, and non-descriptive sentence.