The first day is travel day – a looooonnng day! The flight left Nashville at 5:30 a.m., which means we had to be at the airport at 3:30 a.m. That’s A.M.!!! Whew, that’s early for an old man!
Traveling with a group as large as ours, you experience a lot of “hurry up and wait.” I believe it is the airlines that instill that in us. You keep looking at the line of people ahead of you, then at your watch, then at the time your flight leaves and you realize: “I’m not going to make it!” Let me tell you, trying to run to your gate with a thirty pound back pack on your back and trying to steer your carry-on suitcase with its tiny wheels, while dodging people who are standing around doing nothing but getting in your way, is not something for the faint of heart. (The key word there is “faint.”)
When you reach your gate you find out you forgot to set your watch for the change in time zones and you actually have an hour and a half before you flight leaves. That’s when people start looking for any place they can find to try and take a nap. Who cares what you look like! You’re exhausted!
Other people take the time to catch up on summer reading;
Once we finally touched down in Tegucigalpa, the capital city of Honduras, we all felt relieved. You’ll understand why after you look at these two videos of what landing there looks like:
Honduras is not the safest country one could visit. There are many desperate people here who will do desperate things. We always put the safety of our group members as a top priority, which is why we have these to fellows with us everywhere we go, 24/7.
This evening we are thankful to God for blessing us with safe travels and for allowing all our supplies to arrive on time.
Tomorrow we will travel to the mountain village of La Cienega and begin our work in earnest.