I'm Home!

Let's see, I last updated on Friday afternoon.
While in San Marcos on Friday, we ran into a Peace Corp worker who is from Texas. It was neat talking to her. When we got back to Pespire, we took a walk around town. Checking out the little stores in town. Most of them are for the locals but they do have a few souvenir shops. Not much we were interested in but was neat looking at what the locals made. While in the store we (Jo, Rose and I) were actually looking for a specific tee shirt. Talking among ourselves, we heard this mans voice asking in English if he could help us. We turned around and her was a man from Pespire who was educated in Indiana. A most interesting conversation because he could give us history of the town. The people here are so nice.

Ok, Saturday morning we had our "last breakfast" as a group. This was a touching meal. Several team members said a few words about the trip. It was a real emotional time. We were glad we all were able to share with each other.

We finally left for the airport. A relatively uneventful ride except traffic was fairly heavy going up the mountain. Carlos did a good job driving but not without a little excitement. One thing you must understand is the double yellow lines on the roads mean basically nothing in Honduras. If you have an opportunity to pass, you take it, even if it means making a two lane road three lanes.

Arriving at the airport, we got through customs with no problems, except I got written up in the Honduran book. Go figure! I had a bottle of water in my back pack. I knew it was there but I saw others go through with water so thought I'd take a shot at it and see if I could get mine through. I don't know, did I have a suspicious look or something? LOL

My fight was uneventful. When we landed in Houston, I only have 65 minutes. I had to get off the plane, go through customs, get my luggage, go through immigration, go back through security, give my suitcase to the Continental people and run to my gate. I now have about 25 minutes until my flight leaves. I was to leave at gate C-21 (we got in at E-24) so I was booking toward my gate and thought I better double check my gate number. Glad I did because my gate was changed to C-41. The way the Houston airport is layed out these gates were on either side of the airport. The security guard suggested I get a cart to get me to my gate on time. I did that and got to my gate 15 minutes before takeoff. I got into Baltimore a little after 9:00PM. The rest of the team did not get in until midnight so I walked around the airport and finally went down to the luggage area, took my suitcase strap and strapped my two suitcases together and then strapped them to the bench, set my alarm and took a 45 minute nap. Anyway, I finally arrived to my house at 2:45AM Sunday morning.

Glad to be home. Thanks again for all your prayers during my time serving others.

I am currently working on my pictures and will post a bunch day-by-day as I get them done.

Carol