We landed (kinda hard) in the capital city, Tegucigulpa. After a quick stop at customs, we were on our way out the door.
Oh yeah, we had El Presidente with us on our airplane from Houston to Tegucigalpa. The actual Honduran Pres. It was pretty legit. He was in first class, and boarded first, so we all got to walk past him.
After we got outside of the airport, we took all of our bags down to a pickup truck, where they were (carefully?) piled high, and tied down (securely?) with ropes.
After a 4 hour trip in the Apufram van, we arrived at the mission site and met Father Emil Cook. He took us on a tour of the Flores mission site, which was mostly empty because the school year had ended. He explained to us how he missed all the commotion. He said that after "living in a hurricane", all the quiet when the kids were gone was rather lonely.
Nice. Meeting the president. Did you do the Cross Country handshake with him? Because I think i would cry if you did. So by transitive property, you have touched a president by being in his general vicinity. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI love transitive property. Using it, I convinced Joe that paper was, in fact, chicken poop. Hurray!
What do you mean by "Land kinda hard"? Are we talking like, wing snaps off in midair, and then you landed, or like just a minor thing, like the landing gear snapping off and the engine exploding and everyone running for their lives?