Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday we’d load up in the bus after breakfast and head to the village, about 1.5 hours away. I always thought about what we may see or experience for that day during our ride. One day we saw a house where the dad wasn’t around, the mom wasn’t really interested in us, but the kids were excited to help plant a garden. Another time we got to meet the village Witch Doctor. I envisioned a Hollywood-type of figure with voodoo dolls and a bone through her nose, only to find a beautiful lady who was probably around my age. After we planted her garden she wrapped me in her arms for a hug and kissed my neck. What an opportunity!
|First garden... clay was so hard we had to bring in soil from another area|
|This cutie took my gloves to help plant the seeds|
|One of the very steep hills in the village|
|This home had lots of garbage and bugs... we had to clear out the bamboo to make room for the garden. We ended up having 2 teams work together to make this possible for the families.|
|Everyone had machetes. I tried and was scared to cut my leg off, so I left it to the natives instead.|
|They didnt have a lot of land, but wanted a garden. We did our best!|
|Some of the kids watching as we broke ground, as soon as it was time to plant the seeds they all rushed us to help.|