Today we left San Pedro Sula and headed for Puerto Lempira. The first leg of our journey was a 3 hour bus ride to La Ceiba. Not bad. Henry was our driver again and he did a great job.
Our ride.We were due to arrive in La Ceiba around noon for our 2:00 flight. But the airline had called and said they wanted to leave an hour early... huh? Well... there wasn't much we could do to get there earlier than we had scheduled. I was a little worried but knew that we made up all but three seats on the plane so it wouldn't make much sense to leave without us. Once we arrived in La Ceiba we quickly grabbed a bite to eat and rushed through 'security' (they definitely aren't the TSA). and waited to board. While we were waiting one of our team members noticed a young man that looked familiar. We realized it was Maxs one of our friends from Mama Tara's we met last year. Maxs has been away at school (and speaks perfect English). He was coming home to Mama Tara's to visit. Was it coincidence that we ran into him? Nope. God had the whole thing planned. You see Max want's to go to medical school. I told him that we had a medical group with us and asked him if he would want to shadow them for a day. His eyes sparkled and he said "yes of course!" Max and his roommate from school, Jeremy, ended up being an valuable asset as translators for the medical team. How cool is that!? Could God be anymore awesome?!!
small plane to Puerto Lempira. It was a cloudy day and it was quite the bumpy ride. But we made it with no problems.
Walking to the "House of Hope" from the airport. House of Hope is the orphanage where we sleep (and play with even more kids).
It was good to be there. It was good to hug old friends and make new friends. It was good to sweat again. It was good to brush off my 'walking' shoes. It was good to jump over puddles/ponds in the middle of the road. It was good... oh how good it was.
I'll finish day 3 tomorrow. Here is really where my story begins...