You might be wondering what "home" i'm referring to. The longer I live in Honduras, the more it feels like home, but for the purpose of this blog, i'm referring to my home with my parents in Richardson because I'll always consider it home, too.
My trip home was a little stressful, a little fun, and a little adventurous.
Sunday:
It all started last Sunday morning with a knock at my door. When I answered my door, I was greeted by a friend asking if he could take my suitcase to the car. Unfortunately, and fortunately, the knocking had woken me up at 8:45am. There were 4 of us that were supposed to have left at 8:30 to go to church. I was then going to go get dropped off at the bus station after church, so i had to have all my stuff ready to go. I had set my alarm for 6 am, but apparently the power had flashed off for a few minutes, turning off my alarm clock. I hurried to get finished packing (just a few last minute things) and get ready for church. We were driving away at a little after 9am...not too bad.
The airport in Tegucigalpa had been closed for several weeks because of a plane crash, so we had to go to San Pedro Sula (a 4-5 hour drive) to go to the airport. After church, Jae, Abby, and I were taken to the bus station to start our journey. We were going to take the 4 o'clock bus to the airport, get a shuttle from the airport to a hotel, and then leave the hotel in the morning to go to the airport when we were leaving. We ended up able to get on an earlier bus which allowed us to get to San Pedro earlier. It was a nice bus trip...comfortable seats, etc (like a charter bus you would get here in the states for big group trips or something). The only thing is, the bus went to a different terminal and not the airport like we thought. AFter walking around for a little while and trying to figure out if we were actually at the airport or not, we decided we should just take a taxi to the hotel. A girl taking a taxi by herself in Honduras isn't the best idea, but there were 3 of us, plus an older lady who was going somewhere else, so we weren't too worried. Well...I was worried b/c i'd never been in a taxi before and since we hadn't ever been to San Pedro before, we werent' exactly sure if he was taking us to the right place or not. Thankfully after not too long and lots of praying, we ended up at Gran Hotel Sula. It was a nice hotel and fun to spend the night with Abby and Jae.
This was the view from our room:Monday:
This was the start to my very long day. We got to the airport at around 11am. Jae's mom was coming to visit, so we waited in the arrival part for her to come. When she got there, I was able to help them by bus tickets back to Tegucigalpa. It was cool b/c I got to be a translator for this lady in line in front of us. She didn't know any spanish at all. The lady at the bus counter knew that I knew a little Spanish b/c we had gone to talk to them earlier to ask about tickets. When the lady behind the counter saw me, she motioned for me to come back there and help her communicate to this lady what she needed to do. Now, my spanish isn't that great, but i was proud of myself, that I was able to help this lady in my limited spanish. Anyways, my flight was supposed to leave at 3:45pm, but on my boarding pass it said that boarding time was 2:30. I thought that was a little wierd, but decided to go back there anyways, just in case. It turns out my flight ended up being an hour and a half late, so I wasn't even on the plane until about 5pm. This wouldn't have been too bad, but i knew that Abby was on the other side of security waiting until 1am for her flight to leave. We could have at least been waiting together, but oh well. While I was waiting for my plane, I started looking at my ticket and thinking about my connecting flight to Dallas from Houston and counting the hours, etc. My plane was supposed to leave houston for dallas at 9pm. As it turns out, we didn't land in Houston until 9pm, still having to go through customs, etc. There was no way I was going to make my flight. Thankfully, Continental was very nice and helpful. When i had got my bag from the baggage claim, I along with about 1/2 the flight, was directed to a customer service desk where they gave us new boarding passes and information about a hotel where we'd be staying. They told me just to go out the exit and there'd be a shuttle waiting for me. Well, I waited and waited and a shuttle finally came. The only problem was that there were about 50 of us adn the shuttle could only take 10 people at at time. The hotel had only 2 shuttles and it was about 15 minutes away. When the shuttle would pull up at the terminal again, people would rush to get on, sometimes pushing others out of the way to be sure that they would get a spot on the bus. i wasn't too worried about it b/c I knew that i'd get there eventually, so i basically sat back and watched all the craziness until the last 2 shuttles came. I finally got to my room at about 11:45pm. I was kind of frustrated that I was supposed to be home by 10pm, but was instead stuck at a hotel in Houston, but was very thankful for the helpfulness of Continental and hotel employees. (the shuttle driver said that there were about the same number of people at 2 different terminals waiting for rides too). It was nice to have a night to myself in a nice hotel room...even if it was for a few hours.
Tuesday:
I woke up early so that I would be sure to get a spot on the airport shuttle this time. They were supposed to start leaving at 4:30am and leave every 30 minutes after that. My flight was at 7am. The first shuttle I tried getting on (the 5am) was too full, but thankfully another one came at 5:20. i was able to get on that one and made it in plenty of time. i finally made it to dallas at about 8:30am and was home by about 9:30am.
I was glad to be home!



