Life in Honduras is different than Canada. A lot different. It can be hard. There are things to consider that we never had to worry about or think about when in Canada. I think the hardest part of being here is the absence of family. They are no longer a half hour drive away like they were when we lived in Stratford. We have been here ten months. And while the time has flown by rather quickly, ten months is a long time not to have seen your family, not to have hugged them or shared a meal together.
When my parents told me they were coming to visit, I was happy and surprised. Having never flown out of Canada or the US, they were worried about how they would fare once they arrived in Honduras, where everyone spoke in Spanish. I knew they would be fine. The airport here is tiny. All they had to do was follow the crowd once the flight landed.
It was a Mother´s day I will always remember. The day my family came to Honduras. To see them again and hug them after so long was such a blessing.
They stayed for twelve days.
During which time they were able to see where our kids attend school. They also got to visit all of the schools that we are in, teaching the gospel and with the feeding program. They even got to feed the children. That alone for my dad was the highlight of this trip.
My mom was able to attend the ladies bible study with me and she really enjoyed it. After which I took her to the mall and treated her to her very first pedicure.
We took them up to the Jesus statue and they saw the beautiful view of the city.
We also went to a little touristy town called Valle de Angeles. There is a leather shop there where they make shoes and purses on site. I had been saving my allowance for a long time so that I could purchase my mom a new purse from there for Mother´s day.
It was here in Valle, over mango granitas that a scrawny, haggared looking old woman tried selling us an empty coke bottle for a dollar. She approached others as well with a hopeful expression on her face. There was a band near by that began to play and this little old lady began to dance for all she was worth. In one way it was funny. Her moves were hilarious. On the other hand it was sad. Heartbreaking. She was trying to earn some money and she was creating a show of her own and many people stopped to take her photo or video her. It was clear she was either drunk or high on glue or something. When the music ended she sat down under the counter at Expresso Americano, slumped over and exhuasted. My heart went out to her.
We were also robbed while my parents are here. Not the greatest timing. Ten months here and no incidents, but yet three days into my parents visit, we are broken into. We are still in awe at the Lord´s protection and how no one heard anything that night.
My parents and brother were able to see the construction of bars on our windows that began immediately following the break in. It´s a sad but necessary reality of life in Honduras.
One day my brother came up to the schools on our teaching day. Some of the young boys were fascinated by his bald head. They were rubbing it and told him he had a beautiful head and beautiful eyes.
This was the day my parents decided to stay home. When we came back home, exhausted from teaching in the school all day, my mom had made an amazing dinner. She is such a great cook and it was a blessng to enjoy her cooking one more time. And a blessing not to have to cook!
My parents and brother also came along with us two Thursday´s in a row to the home group that we go to every week. My dad really enjoyed these meetings and later told me that it was the best small group he had ever been too!
Twelve days went by quickly. Too fast. There was more that I wanted to show them, more of life in Honduras I wanted them to experience. I didn´t want to say goodbye at the airport when the time came for them to go home. I don´t know when I will see them again. The reality is….atleast another year. When we came home from the airport the tears flowed. Goodbyes are so hard.
I recall the excitement of knowing they were actually coming. The waiting for that day to arrive. Then it arrives and almost as quickly as it is here, it has passd and only a memory. I loved having my family here. I loved having them experience life in Honduras as we know it.