The first line in my notebook that I wrote while still at the airport in Honduras was "All good, so far", and it was a relatively uneventful morning, leaving on the bus from Campamento around 6AM, and stopping at a mennonite bakery close by for breakfast. We got some muffins and water for our 3 hour bus ride to the airport. There, we got in one long line for transporting minors out of country, then the long line for United Airlines, then the TSA line, and finally sat down at the gate to wait for our plane. "All good, so far".
Airport notes included that we had to use Cash's back to unload all the extra weight out of our two suitcases. We came down with 4, and left with only 2, but they were an overweight 2 bags. All of us noted that we need to bring a duffle next time for a carry on. My burger in the airport was amazing. Davis was adventurous with a salad, but we thought was safe since we were at an airport. Oh, and immigration would not let Brooke thru because she did not have a recent code filled out online, but with my little broken spanish, I was able to tell the guy she was with me, and they let her thru.
Finally back in the USA, we noticed clear skies, and no delays on any flights. We went to the usual Cuban restaurant, and I probably had the best time with the boys of the whole trip. We laughed about DJ passing out on the ferris wheel. We laughed hysterically with Davis telling us about using the bathroom at the mennonite bakery. Apparently you had to get all your toilet paper from a dispenser outside of the stall before you sat down. In our delirious state of all day travel, we equated this with the Prodigal Son getting all his money/paper up front, then started talking about what would happen if you ran out. Davis started using his lines from the skit to scream to others "Necessito papel". "Necessito Ayuda". For the few that might read this far, this story is not too funny, but for three Junkin boys at that table, I know others around us thought we had lost our minds we were laughing so hard at this made up scenario. Then we started laughing about Brandon nearly beating Andrew because he made him draw cards in Uno. I often see pictures of my boys, and my heart hurts remembering those days, but in moments like these, I am so thankful that those little boys have really become my best friends.
The final flight was uneventful, save for a Seat Nazi flight attendant that got onto the guy sitting next to Davis because his seat was laid back. The guy did not appear to be angry, but the flight attendant seemed angry at the world and just scowled at him until the seat was in an upright position. Later after I had fallen asleep, that same attendant came back and offered Davis a first class seat. When you look as pretty as he does, good things just fall in your lap.
Back in birmingham by midnight, and to our house by 1:30AM. And that was it, another mission trip to Honduras complete. My first coordination/leader role in this effort was successful. We are really becoming linked well to the church family there, and love to watch and here about how more men are becoming active in the work there, the children are doing well, and growing so that a new classroom is being readied for them. Before you know it, we will be planning again. Maybe Belle can join us next year. And Davis is considering being an intern and staying for a month down there. "All good so far".
Oh, souvenirs. No pictures this year, but the girls got a new doll and bracelets. And I couldn't help but get a Honduras doll for little Charlotte at church. I hope her mom and dad can join us again one day down in Honduras. Kendall was the spark that lit the fire for going on these mission trips at Chelsea, and I will forever be thankful for her leadership and push in that.
.jpeg)
No comments:
Post a Comment