We landed on Saturday evening at 4:30pm after two rough flights from San Pedro Sula to Houston and then on to Washington Dulles.  We piled into our van, which drove like a Cadillac, and began the trip home.  We made a few stops, including supper in VA, where PD’s brother Motz met us briefly on his way to visit friends and make a business trip to OH.  It was great to see him again.  We also stopped at least once because everybody was fit for only one thing … sleep!  We arrived home at 2:15 am.   Our beds were appreciated more than usual that day! 

Thank-you, Lord, for a very good time in Honduras.  It feels right to be back with family in NC, but we sure do miss our family in Erandique.  On the way home, Esther remarked to me, “I’m so sad that we left all our friends in Honduras.  I’m not even happy that we are going home.”  Is that how a 7-yr-old expresses culture shock?

 I’ll share some of our pics with you here …

Girlies in the bamboo tree … just arrived in San Pedro Sula, Honduras

Precious Weston, with his very happy grandpa

We finally found our Michael! 

Megan, with her new friend, “Cawub”

Daddy takes a break for baby kisses

Baby Weston, always loved and always a comfort

The girls with their friend, “Bird”

Washing clothes on the pila, best invention ever

Every child’s dream … at the park in Erandique

Dusty, hot, and happy … at the park with Daddy

Diligent Aunt Mattie, from whom I learn virtue

One last amazing feast, so beautifully prepared … Thanks again!