Monday, February 17, 2014

Monday, February 17, 2014

We woke up bright and early to make it to our hotel breakfast by 6am, in hopes of catching the 6:30 shuttle to the Houston airport. We all squeezed on the shuttle, standing in the aisles, and made in to the airport with plenty of time for our 9am flight to Honduras (finally!)

Our flight to Honduras was uneventful, which was a welcome blessing to us. After  navigating customs and collecting our baggage, we met Gloria Wheeler, our leader for the week, and our bus driver, Nehamias. Many of us know them from past trips, so it was fun to reconnect.

We set out on the 3 hour drive to our home base of Copan. During the drive, we learned that we would indeed be spending the week at the same village as last year, Santa Cruz. It was exciting to know that we would get to reconnect with familiar faces and see what progress has been made since last year.

We make a quick stop by Santa Cruz before heading to our hotel. The men and children of the village greeted us on the road with smiles, hugs and handshakes. I was surprised how many of them remembered our names. One little girl, Maria Antonia, immediately came up to hug me with a baby on her hip (her nephew) and then asked, "where is Susana?" (Sue Acton).

The men of the village showed us what has been done and each gave little speeches welcoming us and telling us they were happy that we were there. The feeling from us was mutual. The houses were all finished, and our job for the week was to work on laying the cement floors.

The beauty of the landscape around Santa Cruz is truly amazing. Each home in the village has a spectacular view of the mountains and the lush valley below.

We came back to our hotel, settled in, had a delicious dinner, and then Julie led us in devotions about being the salt of the earth and the light of the world. We are all excited to finally be here and to get started working alongside the Honduran people.

Alison Cory

    Getting ready to leave Houston for Honduras!

   Joe Reed making amigos.

    Being greeted by our old friends.

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