Once you pop, the fun don't stop

It would be awesome if the international press would stop referring to what's happening here as a military takeover or "coup d'etat". Mel was acting out against orders from Congress and the Supreme Court, so they were within their constitutional right to ship him out. Additionally, he was spending obscene amounts of federal funds on his own campaign for la cuarta una, rather than fixing issues like extreme poverty, damaged roads or a rising drug trade. Obama initially said that Mel was the rightful president of Honduras, but even he seems to be backpeddling now with his newest statement that Honduras should take care of its own problems without foreign interference.  Hugo Chavez is making noise about invading Honduras if Mel isn't reinstated, but really Hugo, what are you going to do with a country the size of Kentucky whose only real assets are coffee, bananas and pretty beaches? As expected, protests and roadblocks are on the rise (don't worry, Mom and Dad, my travel plans don't look like they'll be affected). Mel says he's coming home on Thursday, but there's a warrant out for his arrest if he sets foot back in the country.  Overall, this is a fascinating train wreck. 

They had a going away party for me and Bertha at the clinic today. Delicious lunch, cake, coffee, presents, a few tears... The really big news from work, though, is that the roof blew off this evening. How does a corrugated metal roof just up and blow off? Ask whoever did the shoddy construction job. It was raining at the time too, but fortunately the power went out so Jose and I were able to wade through a half inch of water and unplug lights, refrigerators, microwaves, etc. We, along with the doctor, her husband, their 2 daughters, 2 of their employees, Melvin the Bearded and Danilo, then spent the next 3 hours moving files, medicines and instruments into a dry space.  They managed to get plastic to cover the 50 ft by 40 ft hole in the roof.  I also made  a point to find the leftover cake in the unplugged refrigerator and, in the interest of not wasting food, enlisted the help of the doctor's daughters to pass out slices to everyone. Tomorrow, obviously, there will be no consultations. 

Tomorrow is my last full day of work. I emailed my final reflection to the foundation tonight, Dra Moncada has already filled out my final evaluation and I've logged well over the required 180 hours. I have mixed feelings about leaving and I've been compiling a mental list of things I'll miss. Right now, though, I'm mostly just tired from battling the elements.