Today may have been the longest day of my life. I woke up at 2:45 am to get to the airport at 4:30, only to be delayed until 7:30. Brian, my friend and first-time flyer, was having a borderline panic attack. After a quick flight from Nashville to Atlanta we stepped off the plane and all 15 of us sprinted to our plane, which was boarding about the time we stepped off the first plane. After dealing with some unhappy airline attendants and catching our breath, we sat on the plane for 2 hours dealing with maintenance issues. When we left Nashville it was 40 degrees and when we stepped off the plane in Honduras it was around 103. We grabbed our bags then hit the road for our long drive from San Pedro Sula to Las Varas. When I stepped out of the bus I started sweating and haven’t stopped yet. I took a freezing shower, which alleviated by sweatiness for approximately 2.7 seconds. Now it has been about 24 hours since I woke up.
Seeing Honduras again is so surreal. It just doesn’t click with me. This is a world that I separate myself from just to look at, but I can’t, because it’s my world too. People say they finally understand things when they come to third world countries, but I don’t think they do. It’s like walking in a dream. I want to spend the next two weeks here learning to understand the people, because the world is not a museum to look at good and bad things. The world is home to myself and 7 billion others who are completely different from me. I pray that I really see them, not for their poverty, but as God sees their souls.