Well, day three was off to a sad start when I lost horribly at a game of ninja. Luckily, my team winner didn't lose too bad in the finals round, or else we would have had K.P. (kitchen patrol) duty. We had K.P. on the first day and I washed the dishes, so I'm really not fond of having that again. Well anyway, for breakfast we had porridge (which tastes like bland cake batter), scrambled eggs (which are the best I've ever had) and these delicious dough balls (they're plain but really good at the same time). After breakfast we get ready for a work day. Our work days have been consisting of working with concrete. If you have worked with concrete in America it's totally different in Jamaica. First you have to mix it on the ground, and then slop it into buckets with shovels. You really don't want the Jamaicans to help put concrete in the buckets because they give us heavy loads and you feel like your arms are going to break off. LOL. During lunch we go over to our cooler and choose what kind of sandwich we want and then we feed the masons and the homeowner. I felt like a real winner when we had crunchy peanut butter. If we have to go to the bathroom we have to tell our (awesome) Son Servant leader, Grace. So Grace takes us to the house next door - I fail to remember what the name of the lady is who lives there...but she did tell me to call her "Mama." So I call her "Mama." If you ever get to go to Jamaica you will see that their houses are so colorful and beautiful, unlike our boring colored ones (not that they aren't beautiful). Anyways, back to my day. After I got back from the bathroom our mason had mentioned that he had lost four of his goats, so when I stepped out of the bathroom I saw a huddle of four little goats tied up running around. So I chased them. If you don't know, it's really hard to get them where you want them to go...they're kind of stubborn. The mason was overjoyed that I found them so he said to me, "Now you tie them to the grass." I thought to myself, "Tie them to the grass?" Well, sure enough, I tied them to the grass and it really stayed... So the whole group was waiting on me to go to the Infirmary. The Infirmary is like a nursing home, but the families don't normally come back and see the residents. Jamaica used to call the Infirmary "The Warehouse to Die" - it's literally a place where they send you to die. But if you go in there, most of the people will tell you they are blessed by God to be there. Now I did make myself a friend. Her name is Sonia. Sonia makes these beautiful hand towels, she has someone draw on the fabric for her and she stitches it with colorful thread. We became really good friends. By the end of our time together she asked me to write down my name so she could remember it. That about sums up my adventurous day.
P.S. The food rocks here
Published on Friday, June 24, 2016 @ 8:34 AM CDT