We've Arrived!
The journey has officially started! What once seemed like a far of idea or dream is coming to fruition before my eyes and I can’t believe it. These past few weeks I’ve been saying goodbyes to friends and family. It didn’t seem real and I didn’t break down until I finally said goodbye to my family at the airport. That was a hard goodbye, and even that hasn’t set in fully yet.
Throughout the day I got so many texts from people wishing me well and telling me that they are praying for me. Thank you to all of you out there!
My flights to San Pedro Sula, Honduras went relatively smooth. At the airport us 5 missionaries were greeted by a lady named Iris who works at the Finca and our driver Lester. That evening we only had a short 30 minute drive to a seminary where we would spend the night. Good thing too, because our van was loaded with all of our luggage and we were packed in like sardines. After supper, we watched Lester tie three of our suitcases to the top of this van to provide us more room for the next day’s drive. It started with just dinky twine, but he also used some rope and it looked secured. After a short night of sleeping, we were up at 3:40 and on the road for our supposedly 7 hour trek by 4am.
Our first detour occurred 45 minutes into our drive when we stopped abruptly due to a flat tire. While it was still dark outside, we all piled out of the van so Lester could change the tire. He was having some issues lowering the spare as his hands kept slipping from the bar he needed to twist. Thankfully, I kind man on his moto, probably going to work, stopped to help out. He went home (I presume) to get some wrenches, which did the trick. The next challenge was loosening the bolts on the flat. They both tried, but were not having much success, so moto man runs into the street to flag down a guy driving a garbage truck to help us out. The man stopped and walked over to the tire and 20 seconds later is walking back to his truck saying in English, 50 percent. We all thought he wanted 50 cents, until he pats his bicep and says 50%, I only used 50%. I guess 50% of his power was all we needed to loosen the bolt. From there moto man and Lester were able to successfully change our tire and over an hour later, we were back on the road.
By 2pm (10 hours later) we arrived at Tranquility Bay which is near Trujillo, Honduras. We were warm greeted with a 6-feet welcome from the current missionaries and ate lunch with them. Tranquility Bay (or T-Bay) is where we will stay quarantining for 2 weeks before we can enter the Finca. It’s a nice cabana-style resort right on the beach, just a 10 minute walk from the Finca. Here we are receiving our orientation classes from Megan, a current missionary, and getting to know each other better (we only met in person 2 days ago).
I’m not too homesick yet. And there are similarities to home. We got chickens roaming and crowing at all hours, there are some pet dogs here, and two horses. All they need are some sheep and it’d be just like home. But here I have monkeys, a surplus of mosquitoes, and an amazing view of the ocean.
I’m so blessed to finally be here in Honduras and can not wait for what God has in store for me here. Thank you for all of your prayers for safety during travel; they were answered!
Just a heads up, as of now the best way to get in contact with me is via email at 1emmameyer@gmail.com
Us 5 missionaries meeting each other at the airport. Fun Fact: This is was the same gate that I was at when I left for El Salvador last year.
We crammed into this tiny van for 10 hours. Can you find the 6th person?
The cabana that us four girl missionaries are staying in.
My first look at Honduras as we land in San Pedro Sula.
My morning view of the ocean.
We are so close to the Finca. On the far right there is a white fence that borders the Finca.
