It's been months since and I still haven't forgotten the names of the children.
    It was nearly five in the morning, a spirituous mist peeking out over the crests of the Honduran mountains, shrouding the faraway villages as our bus hurdled along the highway, away from a world that had managed to leave its mark on us all. 
    Five days earlier we had touched down in Tegucigalpa, a crowd of a hundred or so Americans on mission. Now,...

    It's been months since and I still haven't forgotten the names of the children or the familiar beat of the songs.
    It was nearly five in the morning, a spirituous mist peeking out over the Honduran mountains and shrouding faraway villages as our bus hurdled along the highway, away from a world that had managed to leave its mark on us all; something that we had entirely understood, and needed no explanation. 
    Five days earlier we had touched...

    It's been months since and I still haven't forgotten the names of the children or the familiar beat of the songs.
    It was nearly five in the morning, a spirituous mist peeking out over the Honduran mountains and shrouding faraway villages as our bus hurdled along the highway, away from a world that had managed to leave its mark on us all; something that we had entirely understood, and needed no explanation. 
    Five days earlier we had touched...