![]() ![]() The entertainment at the school carried on into the afternoon with dances, plays and songs performed by the children.Ĭelebrations didn’t stop on the Friday though and we were woken up at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning by the local wind band atop a pick-up truck driving around town blasting Honduran music and setting off “cohetes” (unnecessarily loud, day-time pyrotechnics) in the street. One short rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody sung by both the British and national volunteers later to conclude our performance, and we were walking off stage to raucous applause from some thoroughly entertained mothers. ![]() The play itself went down a treat with our audience, and although it received quite a few laughs (primarily thanks to 6”1 Jake’s representation of a crying child) the moral of our story - that we should never take our hard working mother’s for granted - was appreciated by everyone. We kicked off celebrations with a short introduction speech before the play which gave us British volunteers the perfect opportunity to thank all of the wonderful host mothers and grandmothers who have welcomed us into their homes and truly accepted us as part of their families. Here in Honduras and a number of other countries across the globe, Mother’s Day is celebrated on the second Sunday of May (not in the UK though, so don’t worry if you’re reading this thinking that you forgot to buy a card!).Īlthough we had been informed several weeks in advance that a short performance - of our own choosing - would be expected of us as part of the school’s celebrations for the pupil’s mothers and grandmothers, our busy schedules got the better of us and our somewhat shambolic rehearsals of a play written by the national volunteers ran right up to the morning of the performance. ![]() This week was largely spent bringing together all our preparations for Friday’s Mother’s Day celebrations. ![]()
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