weather, paint, clean lips.

I've been back in Honduras for almost a week now. I was not quite ready to leave home, but I reasoned with myself, arguing that at least the weather would be warm. Well, the weather wasn't so inviting either. It's in the 50s at night and the 60s during the day. Now, I know all you back in winter wonderland are thinking, "That's nothing compared to our subzero temperatures!" But please imagine sleeping in a bedroom where the temperature is about 55°. It may be 0° outside back in the midwest (or wherever you find yourself), but I bet most of your central heating thermostats are set to 70°. Excuse my rant.

Jacki and I painted our room today. It looks a lot cleaner, a lot healthier, and a lot more inviting. Hopefully my health will improve because of this. We're hoping we bleached and painted enough to kill it all.

I found some random entries in my journal that I neglected to share a while back:

• Levi swears that "finidished" (a word he uses for "finished") is an English word that comes from France, even though I've reminded him that French is spoken in France.
• Maria José asked me one day if she could go to the restroom to clean her lips.