We recently past our four year anniversary of living in Honduras. When I look at photos from the beginning it amazes me how much our kids have grown in that time. There have been a lot of highlights which I will share about soon as there is much to love about this beloved country we call home. I know I have posted before about the things I love about this country, and I realize some of these things will be a repeat, but sometimes we need reminding, especially now as we are transitioning back in. Transitioning is never an easy thing.
We recently were in Canada for about seven weeks. I think all of us struggled with the thought of going back “home”. Dreaded it even. It wasn’t that we didn’t want to see friends and family…for sure we did, but the reality is that things change and what we once knew as our reality is not so much reality anymore, but a memory. Then there is overwhelming feeling of walking into a grocery store and the vast amount of options and new products that are out there. Sure, we can find what we need here for the most part…but the selection is limited. Also it was very hard leaving behind our sweet puppy Abby knowing we would be gone so long.
As most people know, I love to walk. I enjoyed my freedom in Canada. I enjoyed the freedom of being able to walk where I want, when I want, carrying my phone or purse and wearing jewelry. Even at night in the dark. It was pretty safe…especially at Braeside camp, where I once heard a preacher this summer call it the safest place on earth. Although I will admit it took me a little while not to be cautious of every person I didn’t know that approached, only because that is so instilled in me now.
Another thing that seemed strange to us now was how long day light hours last. When we were in Alberta, the sun didn’t go down til almost 11pm. Weird. Here it is dark shortly after 6pm. And then we are in the house, not venturing out much after that.
It was amazing seeing family and friends and having our eldest son stay with us while we were in Ontario. It was so hard leaving him behind. Especially when he was crying telling me he didn’t want us to go. I wanted to sob like a baby but I held it in while silently crying on the inside. Even now when I think about him being there I get that painful lump in my throat.
One thing is for sure, I definitely slept better and undisturbed in Canada. I woke up feeling well rested. We live on a very busy road here, so in Canada it was pretty quiet at night. There was no traffic, no blaring horns, no gunshots or fire crackers being set off all hours of the night. There were no roosters crowing or dogs barking in the distance.
Anyway…What’s so great about Honduras?
- Well for one thing, it’s a very beautiful country. I love the mountains. Everywhere I look I see beauty.
- Then there is the climate. Pretty much perfect temperatures all year ‘round.
- The Food. Oh my goodness ,the food is one thing we certainly missed while in Canada. Baleadas, pupusas, enchiladas, chizmol, tostadas, tres leche, horchata and coconut pop.
- I love that my children have other missionary friends to hang out with. Just today they are at the movies with some other Mk’s. The have MK retreats too, which is an awesome time for them to connect with other kids their age who are going through some of the same stuff that kids in Canada or the States may not relate to.
- We live less than an hour away from this amazing hiking trail that leads to a 50 foot water fall. The kids and Dale love to jump off of it into the water below. I love the hike but will pass on jumping.
- I love that we can get in the car and drive about 7 hours to the ocean and be in Trujillo. You may just see a cow or two or three wandering on the beach. It’s our favorite vacation spot and not too expensive either. It’s a time of rest for us and a break from the busy pace of the city. The place we stay at is owned by Canadians so that is a real plus.
- Ladies Bible study in English, and the annual Women of Purpose retreat. A true blessing. Soul Care. Oh, and the home group we belong to on Thursday nights. It is a family home group for parents and their teens. It’s a highlight of my week and something we do as a family.
- The people…I love the people in Honduras. I love the neighbourhood that I walk in and the people I have come to know just from walking my dog. For the most part people are friendly and warm, and I love to chat with them, even in my not so perfect Spanish.
- I love buying my produce from the guy who pulls up his truck down the road from us. The back of his truck is just loaded to the brim with fresh fruit and sometimes veggies. I love that I can buy only one egg at a time if I need to at the Pulperia or two panadols (Tylenol) at a time if that is all I need. I love that if I only want one little yogurt container I can buy just one… not necessary an entire flat.
- Christmas eve. This is the night that we pull our mattresses out to our balcony and sleep outside. It is amazing sleeping outdoors while the sky is a lit with fireworks everywhere til the wee hours of the morning. It’s a new tradition we began our first Christmas here and one our kids look forward to each year . We have also continued our annual tradition of new pj’s under the pillows. We’ve done this since the kids came into our home and it’s something they also anticipate each year.Last year I even shipped a pair of to my parents in Canada to give to Jake on Christmas eve.
So there you have it…just a few of our highlights of living life in a latino culture. A culture we have come to love and enjoy.