Sunday we drove to the coast!
Thanks to one of the Honduran teachers, all the missionaries piled into a (mini-sized) 15 passenger van. We drove 4 hours to Omoa, a coastal town, and toured the old Spanish fort there! (It cost about 10 lempiras for locals--40 lempiras for all 'foreigners.' Fair? I think not!) I loved exploring, taking pictures, and soaking in all the green-ness that grows there.
We drove about a block down the street and stood on the beach! I didn't realize how much I've missed the basics of a beach--wind, the sound of surf, and sand! Of course, the beach didn't invite much swimming or sunbathing. It looked slightly iffy and trash littered the tiny stretch of sand. Better beaches are farther away....
Thanks to one of the Honduran teachers, all the missionaries piled into a (mini-sized) 15 passenger van. We drove 4 hours to Omoa, a coastal town, and toured the old Spanish fort there! (It cost about 10 lempiras for locals--40 lempiras for all 'foreigners.' Fair? I think not!) I loved exploring, taking pictures, and soaking in all the green-ness that grows there.
We drove about a block down the street and stood on the beach! I didn't realize how much I've missed the basics of a beach--wind, the sound of surf, and sand! Of course, the beach didn't invite much swimming or sunbathing. It looked slightly iffy and trash littered the tiny stretch of sand. Better beaches are farther away....
On the long drive back we stopped in San Pedro Sula, the biggest city in Honduras, and wandered around the big mall. It's MASSIVE! Talk about reverse culture shock. :D In the food court I bought Honduras' version of Mexican food.... quite the experience!
This week we're calculating grades. 6 kids in each section didn't pass Math, but they have one more chance to make it up--the Recuperation test I'm giving on Thursday. Sigh. I hate telling kids that they didn't pass.
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