336/365 Thursday, December 2nd

end of building.

buckets of sweat, a few tears, a couple of cusses and a few cuts and bruises.

8 houses. 8 dreams. 8 protected families.

this is the point in our adventure when the emotion was getting to be too much for me
and as a thinker, my mind and heart were overloaded.

I also remember that this was a sad day
as I realized this was the last day,
we would be saying "mañan" (tomorrow).

I felt happy there, content and I knew
that I was that much closer to returning to my reality.

my day in pictures:

The men that came every morning from San Philippe (I think), a neighboring village. They were such hard workers, they received $6 a day ( a good wage in El Salvador).This lady brought us all so much joy, really, who will ever forget the singsong "TAMMMMMALLLLLEEEEE" in the most nasally drawn out voice you could ever imagine, every single morning.

I love this picture. She is the little spitfire that followed us around, would never throw me the ball and always had a smile. To capture this picture where she is serious, almost sad looking, was amazing as I think this was a one second opportunity.

Carmen (6 years old) down at the river, rinsing the corn (from the food they received yesterday).

This was a special and common scene, the children trying to help anyway they could and at the same time learning valuable skills. Corri-Lynn and I had 3 little girls (around 6-8 yrs old) helping us pre-drilling holes and they were pretty much doing the marking and drilling on their own by the time we got to the last piece. This picture is even more special as this is her house. Rosa will always know that she helped build the home her family would be living in.

Rosa.

Rosa and her sisters. They will be living in this new home with their mom, dad and baby sister.

This was a day of capturing pictures I loved. Carmen and who I believe may be her grandpa or great grandpa.

naughty naughty pig.

a couple scenery pictures, it is a very beautiful country.

and the one and only...TEXACO. Yep, this was a highlight. We laughed and teased about it but our nightly Texaco runs and the Tamale lady will always be something that our group will remember.