Casa, sweet casa

Due to the kindness and high (artificial) energy levels of a wonderful friend (tu eres increible, Jess!), I did not have to spend the last 12 hours at Dulles. Cheque. I am home seguro (safe) and sound now, rifling through my own belongings to figure out where everything goes and acting surprised whenever I see something I carried back from Honduras (homemade tortillas? de veras?). Apart from the length of the viaje (trip), I was satisfied with my journey back home--no delays, no unexpected turbulence. But no good peliculas (movies) either. The movie shown on the bus from Teguc to San Pedro Sula was Bruce Almighty, which I find somewhat comical...after watching it once. And the film I was blessed with on the aeronave (I have never heard anyone call an airplane this in Spanish) was Easy Virtue--a copycat of a Jane Austen film that featured Jessica Biel. Not a big aficionado (fan). But again, my bags traveled with me; I did not lose my dignity at any point throughout the day when going through security checkpoints (I feared its loss in San Salvador where every passenger received the royal treatment at the gate--complete bag searches and intense pat-downs); and I did not freeze up at Customs and accidentally admit to being a member of FARC. It was a good day.

As promised, you will be seeing both new photos and new blog postings in the next few hours and days as I start to wrap things up. Just because I am not in Honduras anymore doesn't mean you should stop reading! There is more to be aprendered (learned), more riendo (laughing) to do, and more passion for justicia social (social justice) to be instilled in all of my readers!

Que Dios les bendiga this domingo (Sunday)!