Why in the world would you want to live in Honduras?
Every once in a while I need reminding of this. It is not always easy living here. There are things that stress me out and drive me absolutely crazy. Ongoing little things really… yet, things I can’t write about. There have been a lot of tears. Frustrating things and I have wondered if things will ever change. Sometimes I feel homesick because we are not near any family and feel like packing my bags, my family and my dog and high tailing it back to Canada. At times I ask God how much more Lord…?
But then I remember. I think back to the moment Honduras captured my heart. The first time I stepped onto Honduran soil really….And how it still holds my heart. I think of all the things that I love about this beautiful country that I call home. I know God has us here. There’s something about Honduras.
I love the people! Hondurans are a very warm people. They are friendly. They are personable. If they see you on the street they will always greet you. Relationships are important here .That is why when you are in a restaurant there is no hurry for you to get out the door after your meal. You are welcome or maybe even expected to linger. It’s about relationships, and any time we have gone out for dinner, we have had to ask for our bill. I’ve had more hugs since moving to Honduras than a lifetime in Canada.
I love the Hondurans I work with. I love how they now outnumber the Canadians by a lot! They are all amazing men and women of God. They love Jesus and want to serve in whatever way they can. They are dedicated, trustworthy , and wow can they ever pray!
I love how the guard jefe across from my house will sit by the gate and read his bible out loud to the other guards or whoever may be there to listen. He always has a smile that reaches his eyes. I’ve said this before, but I enjoy chatting with my neighbours in the area I walk in. I am still touched by my neighbour Ernesto who told me that his daughter wanted to give me their dog….as a gift, for free because their dog knows me and they felt bad about Reuben dying.
The food! What is not to love about Honduran food? Not to be confused with Mexican food, because they are not the same. Enchiladas, pastelitos de perro, gringas,and my favorite; baleadas made with eggs and beans and dry cheese. Inexpensive coffee. Expresso Americano and coconut cream lachino…my favorite guilty pleasure.
Fresh tropical fruit. So delicious. Pineapples, mangos, bananas…oh my! Cereal, peanut butter and chocolate chips may be costly here but fresh produce is not…unless it is imported.
I love the freedom of talking about the Lord. Painted on the walls of many of the public schools in the city, and on all the schools we minister in are scripture verses. Got to love it when God’s word is on the walls of public schools. There are signs all over the city, bumper stickers, billboards, the back of buses and taxi cabs. I think this is due to the fact that it is a Catholic nation.
The beautiful breathtaking views. I won’t ever tire of the mountains.
I love how once in a while I can hear a worship service from somewhere in the valley…There is something about worship in Spanish that stirs the soul. I love watching fireworks from my balcony at random times of the year. Especially Christmas eve! And speaking of Christmas eve…I love sleeping on my balcony and watching fireworks under the stars.
The climate. Perfect weather all year round. I love it when it actually gets chilly here for a brief period of time and I can wear my fall clothes.
Cheap movies! I love being able to take my family to the movies and it’s not costly. Recently Dale and I went to see the movie Risen. Cheap date night for around $8.
Last but not least…I love the kids that we minister to. Each week we are greeted with hugs and beautiful smiles. They are energetic and joyful and eager to learn. It used to annoy me and kind of offend me a couple years ago when they would get all excited and chant..”Gringos!” But now it makes me smile!
Dale with some of the boys…