A Honduras Scavenger Hunt

Only on a drive across Honduras is this scavenger hunt possible. Good thing we had a good, long bus ride to the field retreat!

	A pharmacy named "Maria"
	A lady carrying a baby with a pot on her head
	A convertible car with the top down
X	An iguana
X	A string of Christmas lights
	A yellow bus with mud flaps that say "Dios es Amor"
	A man wearing bright green pants and a hat
	A shoeshine boy
X	A stock of red bananas
X	A man laying in a hammock
X	A window box with flowers blooming
X	A vehicle with a USA license plate
X	A little girl with pigtails
	A boy riding a donkey
X	A man with a machete strapped to his belt
X	An airplane - flying or on the ground
X	Fish on a string
X	A house with a green door and green shutters
X	A truck with a flat tire
	A lady driving her car and talking on a cell phone
X	A sign advertising TelaMar
	A pickup loaded with at least 10 people in the back
X	A soccer game
X	A momma hen with her chicks
X	A sign for pupusas
	A Hummer
X	A bright purple house
X	A lady washing clothes in a river
	A dead horse with buzzards on it
X	A lady with a blue umbrella
	A Wendy's truck
	A John Deere tractor
X	A man rocking in a rocking chair
X	An empty 2-liter Pepsi bottle
X	A yellow rose
X	A saddled horse
X	A real clothes line (not on fences, bushes or ground)
X	A red macaw
X	A white van full of gringos
X	Road kill
X	A car wash
X	A lady sweeping her yard
X	A girl with a pink backpack
	Red tennis shoes
	Momma pig with piglets

Walking in Your Own Flip-Flops

This past weekend we headed into Tegucigalpa for a weekend of rest in preparation for the missionary retreat. We haven't been to Teguc in quite a while and I noticed a distinct change in our agenda for this trip. When we first arrived in Honduras, we wanted to do everything Honduran and completely immerse ourselves in this culture. We wanted Honduran food, Honduran houses and Honduran churches. I was even prepared to let go of my schedule and was looking forward to the mas tranquilo" Honduran lifestyle. This weekend was a completely different story. We could not wait to get to the big city and all its western ammenities. We visited to malls, ate at Applebee's and Quizno's. And to our delight, we attended an American-style English church service complete with familiar hymns, a service outline in the bulletin and the Lord's Supper. I even got an e-mail from the retreat committee with a absolutely wonderful schedule of evenst for the coming week. And I don't think we've uttered a single Spanish word for the last three days!

Don't get me wrong. We're not ready to catch the next flight to States. We are just learning to appreciate our own culture after experiencing another. After so long at El Sembrador, we aren't really missing home...it's more like a craving for normal. We spend so much time not understanding...or trying to understand...or learning to understand that the old and familiar is refreshing. When you spend months living in someone else's shoes, it's nice to slip on those worn out Old Navy flip-flops again...even if it's just for a little while. I'm sure we'll be ready to return to our beloved El Sembrador after retreat, but for now we are thoroughly enjoying the walk along the beach in our own American flip-flops.