The finished product

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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!)

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Unknown said…
Connie,
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.
Love,
Dad
July 12, 2007 at 4:14 PM
Connie said…
Dad,
Yes, we were wearing gloves-our hands were a mess anyway.
We're home, I'll call you soon.
Love,
Connie
July 13, 2007 at 9:03 PM
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?

Regards,
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!
July 17, 2007 at 10:00 PM
Connie said…
Pat,
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!
July 18, 2007 at 7:03 PM
cynmaddox said…
Connie,
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
July 21, 2007 at 12:45 PM
Connie 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....
August 22, 2007 at 3:55 PM
Anonymous said…
Good post.
November 10, 2008 at 11:13 PM
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