Wednesday, we drove to Tela. Just outside of the city is a
small resort that offers a private beach. It was beautiful. There was a flag up
indicating a danger of undertow but from the view we were facing it was impossible
to assess anything threatening. The kids played in the water for a couple
hours. Mama searched for shells and other seaside leavings. Victoria took
pictures. I just enjoyed the rhythm of the sea. Eventually, I walked down the beach
and picked up some driftwood and a few shells. All of which we brought home
with us. I did not get into the water, but it was nice to be at beach. One
where Mama did not constantly have to avert or cover my eyes. I am not sure if
it is always that way, but it certainly was that day. It is the spot that the Goins
showed Nate and Cori when they first arrived. I assume you would have to be
shown how to get there because the road taken to get to the resort is not one
anyone would choose to drive down. It was ROUGH. All the way to the driveway of
the resort it was bumpy and potholed. Nate assured Mama that what they were
bouncing along at fifteen miles per hour was a serious improvement from the
last time they made the journey. It was worth it when we got there. The food at
the resort was fabulous! We left by a different route. One that required us to
drive along a short section of the beach. Cori and Nate decided to try the
alternate route as we left because it is both shorter and smoother. The caveat
is that it is not always open. When the tide is up, the pass along the beach is
under a foot of water. But, at the time we left the sandbar lane was open. It
was a pleasant change to the entry route we had taken. We went to church that
evening and enjoyed the year-end presentation of their Soldiers for the Lord
program.
Thursday, Cori took me, Mama and Victoria to Price Smart. The
Honduran equivalent of Costco. Savanna was with us because Victoria was with
us. She was wearing her Princess dress – which causes a stir among the women.
Savanna is becoming quite comfortable being the center of attention. However,
before shopping we went on a little detour to find a coffee shop/café that came
highly recommended by the staff at the Home. Wenchelz, I believe was the name
of the place. There we ordered coffee, hot chocolate and a couple breakfast
plates that we all shared. It was amazing food – and the prices were very good.
There was a little shop in the café and we found a couple flavors of coffee that
we bought to see if we could add them to our Honduran shopping list. (I tried
one last night – a chocolate flavored coffee – and it will definitely make the
list.) From there, it was on to Price Smart.
Price Smart is where we bought most of the coffee we brought
back with us. I believe between Cori, Victoria and Mama we bought thirty bags
of Expresso Americano – our favorite flavor. Cori loaded up on groceries and
house hold goods which we stuffed into the back of the vehicle we were driving.
On the way home from Price Smart, we detoured again to a mall that Cori had
passed by never entered. It was a typical mall. Nothing caught me attention,
but Cori found a couple shops that she will revisit with Nate and the kids. On the
way home, we came within inches of hitting another vehicle. It was a small
truck whose driver decided to make a U-turn on the very busy street. The turn
required a three-point maneuver and Cori did not seem inclined to wait for him
the complete the turn as he blocked nearly all the lanes of traffic so, she
scooted by him with very little room to spare. I thought it was a little aggressive
until I noticed that several other drivers followed suit. It all ended well.
Once home, Cori spent the rest of the day baking cakes for a Worker
Appreciation Dinner being given at the church Saturday evening.
Friday, the much-anticipated container arrived! It was
chocked full of items for the clinic, which will serve as a surgical center and
pharmacy as well. Nate, Matt and I were the first to arrive (about 8am), but as
the morning dragged on more help arrived until there were about twenty of us
waiting when the truck squeezed through the gate to the property. There was a
good time had by all as we waited. The banter, the jesting, the teasing that is
a part of the comradery of people who enjoy being together is enjoyable in any
language. I even learned some of the Honduran colloquial expressions as I participated.
The truck arrived just before 10 am. It was unloaded before noon. Matt, the
director of the mission there, was very impressed. Once back at Nate and Cori’s,
we began the sad act of packing to come home.
Here last night at church, Mama was able to pass out some of
the gifts we brought back with us. That was fun. She was especially thankful
because we were not able do so on Sunday. More on that tomorrow.
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