We arrived in Tegucigalpa at 4pm yesterday, huzzah!
The flights were short, the layovers long. We got to LAX at 11:00p Friday night with our next flight scheduled to leave for San Salvador at 1:40a. This turned out to be a very good thing because apparently all of the TACA computer/automatic systems were out (mysteriously only TACA was affected by this electronic black-out because all of the other airlines were fine) so we had to stand in this forever-long line that stretched outside the airport to receive hand-written boarding passes. Goodness. Not surprisingly our flight was delayed so we missed our connecting flight from San Salvador to Tegucigalpa so we spent all day yesterday in the San Salvador airport which was mostly boring except for the 45 minutes we spent eating pupusas for lunch. Eating pupusas in El Salvador: Win. Totally crossing that off my bucket list.
Whilst in the San Salvador airport we also encountered this sign which I thought hilarious. I'm all for painting the world with happiness and hope, but the accompanying image of the world being doused with red dripping paint unfortunately brought more morbid images to mind. Bummer.
The flight to Tegucigalpa was only 4o minutes in a tiny propeller plane. The Tegucigalpa airport is smack dab in the middle of the city and has a tiny tiny runway. I think we circled above it about 3 or 4 times before we finally were close enough to land without dying or crashing into any houses which must have been literally meters from the actual airport. Win. Our manger Hmno. V picked us up and took us to our sweeeeet apartment which I love. I think I am dispuesta to fall in love easily, but seriously our apartment is awesome. He and Hmna. V took us grocery shopping (19 lempiras to a dollar btw) and out to eat at a traditional Honduran restaurant. At this point J and I were both exhausted and in my efforts to come across as an excited and positive intern (which I am of course) I may have instead come across as an over-excited preschooler as I excitedly (and over-loudly) kept repeating the names of all the food we were ordering none of which I currently remember. Kelsey: Lose. Regardless, I ate some pretty fine platanos and drank probably the best lemonade known to mankind.
Today we've recuperated somewhat by attending church--which is gloriously within walking distance--and napping. The ward is friendly the only down-side being it's occupied by two sets of elders and no sisters. So no splits for us. Sadness. We (unsuccessfully) explained to the ward that we, in fact, were not sister missionaries, but interns and were met with blank stare after blank stare. Oh well.
All in all, good game Honduras.
As a side, but nonetheless important note, my friend Seth, upon hearing that my journey to Honduras will last approx. 90 days was inspired to take on an equally epic 90-day challenge, namely that of P90X. He's volunteered and promised to send me pictures/updates of his progress, so blog reader(s) look forward to that. In an attempt to match Seth's physical prowess I will undertake an additional 90-day challenge of morning yoga w/Rodney Yee. So yeah, lots to look forward to for everyone.
Score: Kelsey: Honduras + Yoga. Seth: Kentucky + P90X. Kelsey: Win.
Finally, Feliz de las Madres! I can only hope that your madres are as awesome as mine, which they are not. Kelsey: Win.
3 comments:
Great blog, Kels. Looking forward to many more. BTW, my field trip to EUR has been fun. Cities ranked by preference: Munich, Amsterdam, London, Paris.
haha, Thanks Dad. Way to simultaneously validate my trip to honduras and then compare it to Munich. Goodness.
seth + P90X x protien shake - lack of tan = wooHOO!
by the way, kelsey, could you see if you could find nacho libre while you are down there and get an autographed pictre with him? that would be awesome!
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