Well, we made it (again) to San Isidro. We caught our bus
yesterday morning from Copan to San Pedro Sula and arrived in typical Latin
style, approximately 2 hours late. To be fair to the roads and the bus driver,
there was some flooding along the way. For about ¼ mile, people had all of
their earthly goods sitting on the side of the road as they stared at their
inundated homes, so we drove past them through about a foot of water. It slowed
it down a little bit. Other than that the trip was great, the driver did his
very-loving best to make up for our late departure, which resulted in one of
the very few times in our lives that we’ve actually been “carsick.” However, I
noticed the Hondurans were wide awake for the leisurely first half of the trip,
then fell asleep when the driver started driving like a mad man. Just an
observation.
Luis met us at the bus station with his family once our bus
touched down and drove us the rest of the way to San Isidro. It was great to
see him again. He’s a strong man of God with a real passion for the people of
his country. We are truly looking forward to working with him. He has already
been thinking along the lines of where we might be able to settle into a
community.
Once we finally arrived in San Isidro, we were introduced to
our next home for a month or two: fairly Spartan, but also very accommodating.
The interior decorator looked to a lot of concrete for his design inspiration,
but it will be easy to keep clean. We basically have a bed, mini-fridge, shelf,
toilet, sink, and shower (sans shower curtain and hot water, but on the plus
side, if you try to get the hot water to work, you get shocked for fun - free of charge). We threw up some curtains over the window in an
attempt to keep the Gringo Show G-rated for the folks in the community, not
that they would really care. With two t-shirts stuffed with towels for
pillows, and two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in our bellies our first night in our newest home went well.
For those of you that aren’t familiar with the booming
metropolis of San Isidro, it’s a small pueblo (town) in the mountains to the
near NE of Lake Yojoa (for those of you that like maps, Yojoa is the only lake
of size in Honduras, find it, and you’ve found us). There’s not really much here,
but Santa Cruz de Yojoa is only a 15-20 minute drive away and it has the
typical small town amenities. At the HtH office, where we’re staying, they keep
their vehicles, have the staff office, keep a night watchman and have a
barbed-wire fence all the way around. Needless to say, I think we’re
secure. It will be a great place to ease
even more into the culture before we venture out to our final destination
(wherever that may be) later this year. We’ll update more soon about exactly
what this process should look like.
Grace and peace everyone.
Damos
gracias a Dios por: Viajes seguros and un habitación seguro (safe trips and a
safe place to stay).
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