Up hill. Probably best describes this round in Honduras. Four months in and we still don't have a building. The books (in empty corn sacks) and some of the furniture is stuffed in a back room in Cecilia's house. The rest of the furniture is in the carpenter's workshop. Some of the books got wet. Only a few of the women really get how to run the library. The teacher never comes to the school in Brisas. A lot of the bean crop has been ruined by the rain.
Whenever I ask Jose Manuel how the project is going, he always says the same thing. "Subimos." Translated, it means "we're progressing" or "we're moving forward." Literally, it means "to rise" or "to go up." And that's what this whole thing has been about. Slowy, I suppose, we are rising up. There are books. There will be a building. It will stop raining.
The rest comes after.