CENTRAL AMERICA GARBAGE DUMP TOUR - DAY 1

in search of

TRASH.HEAP.TREASURES

“He lifts the poor and needy from the dust, the dung hill, the garbage dump, from the grave, and sets them among princes - even His own princes.”

so it goes like this:
guatemala -> honduras -> nicaragua -> costa rica

words are hard to use here in giving a complete picture of the magnitude of feelings. i will use words, but more effectively provide imagery that speaks for itself. i recently described it to a friend like this:

“i can’t begin to describe day 1. it’s impossible. all day long, all day i just tell myself how much i wish everybody could see what i am seeing. the garbage dump today was like something out of a post-apocalyptic film. it was huge and unending. unending in magnitude, in people, in vultures, in garbage. something a hollywood set can’t come close to conveying. you can’t even explain what you feel. am i here right now? is this happening? is this life somewhere else. it’s nutty. and then in the midst of what seems like hell, to find joy and warmth and friendship makes my heart cry and laugh at the same time. i love it. i love these people. i feel safe. i feel at home. ahhhh!!

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