The finished product

There's more to tell and I'll blog some more later, but here's our finished house, all but the roof. Here's our team, along with the masons and the family (and a few extra kids who we picked up along the way!)


Harold said...

I see the finished house is made with concrete blocks. If you were handling the bocks, I hope you were wearing gloves - on second thought,I'm sure you were otherwise your hands would never be the same. Looking forward to seeing you when you get home.

Connie Knapp said...

Yes, we were wearing gloves-our hands were a mess anyway.
We're home, I'll call you soon.

Anonymous said...

Hi Connie,

What a great adventure! Yours is the first blog I've ever logged on to---great way to share your trip. Did your Spanish improve?

Pat (Garvin)
PS: Tell your Dad I'm really sorry Rob and I didn't stop in to say hello a couple of years ago!

Connie Knapp said...

My Spanish improved greatly-by the end of the week I was able to have whole conversations. Nicaraguans drop the "s" at the end of the word-dias becomes dia. It took a while, but I finally caught on.
My trip was definitely enriched because I could speak Spanish; I was able to have one-on-one conversations, and to introduce myself without a translator. Quite a thrill!
I'll make sure that my Dad knows that you and Robert were going to stop by-if you are ever in the old neighborhood again, make sure you visit himn!

Cynthia said...

I've been looking for a house. How about helping build it? Ha Ha.
Seeing how others live is humbling. We are so much about owning so much stuff. Being thankful and spending time validating others is a better way to exist.

Thanks for sharing your experience,
Cynthia Maddox

Connie Knapp said...

We sure are. One of the teenagers commented that she didn't know how she would go back to her "old" life-that she wanted to go home and throw out all her stuff.
You kind of get that way....

Consuela said...

Good post.