Dear Diary,
HOLA! Today was our last day here in Nicaragua, and it was certainly a great day...like always. My fellow teens and I (and our youth leader) awoke 20 minutes before our daily scheduled devotional after a night that we spent up way too late, reminisent of days where I would have to catch the bus in the morning. Thankfully all of us ran and caught the meeting just before it started. Ever since the arrival of the other mission team from Pasedena arrived, gone are the days of just rice and beans for every meal, which may be very delicious, but the monotomy of the flavor dulls the taste buds. So today the chef from Pasedena cooked probably the most delicious pancakes I have ever had in my life (sorry Mom).
After a hearty feast for breakfast, Sean and I were assigned to clean the LAST FAN (for the second time). If Sean has not explained this already, we were assigned to clean all the fans in the entire church, all three floors, Cal and Jess' house, and the fans in the Cafe building whose name I forget right now. I would be lying if I told that I have never dreamed of fans at night. The heavy dirt caked on the blades and under my fingernails. The smell of WD-40 penetrating every corner of my nose. But enough about my lies. With our perfect system down, my comrade and I went swiftly to work disassemblying, cleaning, oiling, and re-assemblying the final fan. It was a trumiphal day indeed for us, the nightmare of the fan final over, my friend and I parted ways. I to do some computer gobbly-gook, and he to doing what it is that Sean does. I went to the third floor of the church building and entered the domain of the computer mayhem. There were at least 5 computers out lying about, being worked on, being tested, being getting to get smashed into little bits. But within an hour, the mayhem was reduced, the computers put together and the countless cables wrapped and put away.

After this work was done, it was lunch, and back to the rice and beans. Yummy yummy. Our outreach today was at a place called Manchester. It lies on the outskirts of Managua and is one of the poorest regions in the country, and certainly the poorest I have seen. The sewage of the whole city of Managua flows from the city to Lake Managua, and Manchester is placed right on top of the stream placed by the lake. Before going we were warned to wear closed toe shoes out of fear of getting an infection from walking around, we were not to touch our face without using hand-santizer first. It smelt like sewage, there was a clear cut line of where the vegetation ends due to poor soil, and house are little more than five pieces of scrap metal stuck together in the shape of a house. Yet despite of such poverty, it was one of the best outreaches I experienced this whole trip.

We sang our usual worship songs in Spanish that were prepared (mad props to the worship team), one of the Pasedena people shared the gospel with our crowd of children, and we passed out "Plan of Salvation" friendship bracelet. Then began the games. We had brought with us extreme saucers (store brand frizbees from the local convienent store), face paint, and balloon shapes. I ended up throwing a Frisbee around with about 3 different kids and it was an awesome time. I really had fun with the kids, and at the end of the day I was able to leave the frizbee with one of the kids named Arnoldo. Although I only knew him for a couple hours, my time spent with him will be something that I carry with me for the rest of my life. Much like yesterday, our outreach was initially greeted with the warmth of the glowing sun, but ended with a torential downpour. I'm not totally sure of what to make of that, but I am sure that that is not by accident.

Now Diary, it is time to reminsce about the trip in general as I am tired. And it's late. And it's the last day. I feel extremely blessed to be given this opportunity to come to Nicaragua and serve the Lord. This experience has opened my eyes to the extent of the body in the world, and how joyful people can be, though they have almost no material goods. I will never forgot all the outreaches we did, playing with all the kids, teaching my very first Sunday School class, driving standard in Nicaragua, the late night spontaneous worship time with Sean on his guitar. Most of all I will remember that no matter the situation, our team always had a positive attitude, willing to do whatever task was placed before us
...I will also remember the cinnamon buns...they were really good.
Yours Truly,
Doug Meppelink