Don’t you wish life was a bit more like the movies sometimes? Call me sad but I have always wanted to roll out of customs to see someone waiting with a sign with my name on it. It seems Tegucigalpa would not be the place. Furthermore, I quickly realize that good timekeeping will not be a defining characteristic of my time in Honduras.
I travel to the office in a pickup truck to wait for my family and for a moment I feel like the kid who has had to ride home with the teacher because their parents forgot to pick them up. By the time my host mother arrives I am sick with worry. This worry turns to panic when I finally meet her and realize she speaks absolutely no English. Its about now I comprehend the magnitude of my choices.
As we ride through the city in a taxi to my new home, I feel like a kid at a really weird funfair. Everything looks, tastes and smells so different. The language is a problem. I can´t make myself understood or understand what is being said to me at all. We spend the evening looking through photos with a dictionary and despite the language barrier I go to bed knowing the names of all my sisters, where they live and whether they are married. I think all they learned about me was that the next month would be hard work.
After half an hour of trying to work the shower, I realize that I lack the necessary vocabulary and energy to ask for help. I surrender and go to bed at 8pm. Which is where I leave you. Colder then expected, more than a little overwhelmed and wondering what tomorrow will bring.