The first part of the day on Friday was taken up by the drive to Moroceli and a business meeting with Padre Carlos, Mayra and Sandra Hernandez, a representative from Aaglidesh. Sandra first gave us an introduction to Aanglidesh (a topic for a different venue.) The rest of the crew took a walk around Moroceli while Mike, Kathy P and I stayed to get the priorities from Padre Carlos and Mayra. Amazingly enough we did get their laundry list. The meeting was a zoo with Sandra trying to translate, and Mike and Kathy P. carrying on a side conversation. It is difficult to hear at the best of times, but with multiple conversations going on, it was well nigh impossible. The end result was satisfactory I guess.
The last two rollers were at work in the cigar factory, and I got some decent pictures of them. 
Another.
On the way to Zarsal, we went through Yuscaran, and stopped for a few minutes waiting for Jeannie Loving, a SAMS missionary. A couple of shots from Yuscaran.
A Bull Gator must live here.
A nice view.
Zarsal is the home town of Father Dagoberto Chacon, the Dean of the El Parisio Deanery. This is another secluded community in the mountains. I’m not sure that I would qualify the path to Zarsal as a road, but Hector was able to get the bus up the path. As it turns out, this wasn’t the worst we would see in terms of roads.
I sat beside Dagoberto’s mother, she is 88 years old. Dagoberto is one of 18 children as i said yesterday. The oldest is Rafael who is 74. She started early. she gave me a warm welcome and hug as i sat down beside her. During the peace, she got up and walked around greeting everyone. I helped support her as well as during the Holy Eucharist. she is quite the lady, proud of all her offspring, several of which have connections to the ministry. Zarsal is on the top of one of the mountains, and parishioners come from other mountain tops. we gave a ride after the service, as we were on our way out, to three ladies, one quite old. they had walked from the top of one hill down through the valley up to to the meeting house. Wearing heels, and I’m not kidding. Or at lest the had the heels on at church and going back down the road when we caught them. These people valuer their religion. We should copy their example.
I took pictures of children as usual.
Same little girl, she is precious.
More.
I asked, via sign language, of one mother to take a picture of her and her daughter, probably 1 1/2 tears old. As I squatted to take the picture, the little girl turned and saw me, and immediately went into hysterics. She did not want anything to do with that camera, or the ugly old man behind it!
The clergy, ordained and lay, are spreading the Message through the backwoods of Honduras the way the apostles and disciples spread Christianity in the First Century. We are seeing tru First Century Christianity in action here in Honduras.
