Now that I’ve had a couple of days to decompress and recover, I realize I still need to wrap up the diary of our trip with the epic tale of our adventures home…
A few hours after 7am Mass at Casa Eva (the orphanage’s home for the elderly), we said adios to the orphanage and began the trip home. We went back and forth to Honduras in two flights, connecting through Atlanta. After making it through customs in the Tegucigalpa airport, we got on the only Delta flight out of the country for the day. Once we got there, we proceeded through customs as normal.
We were aware that there were 6-10 inches of snow forecast for the MSP airport, so we were crossing our fingers that our flight there wouldn’t be cancelled. It wasn’t, but it was delayed by about 2 hours. So we took our time getting to the gate, sitting down for dinner and taking a quick tour through the tunnels of the airport, which feature a more-or-less immersive rainforest and an exhibit of Atlanta history. We were grateful not to have to worry about whether the water would make us sick anymore- missing Honduras but also glad to be back in the U.S. of A.
At about 11pm Eastern time we finally took off from Atlanta, landing in MSP about midnight. When I stepped off the plane, I was hit with a blast of the cold Minnesota air and I could suddenly see my own breath– I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to be cold! It meant I was home. Our gracious driver picked us up from the airport at 1am and took us back to the seminary, and I got 7 hours of sleep that morning despite a very late bedtime.
Now most of us are back at the seminary, getting ready to start another semester with conferences and retreats. Thank you for keeping up with our adventures in finding Christ in Honduras!
“O Divine Master, grant that I may never seek so much… to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive…”