Thursday 5 JuneJust about dinner time we arrived back at Villa Gracia outside Tegucigalpa. Luisa had prepared yet another feast. This time we felt at ease enough to insist upon helping in the kitchen. We also had a chance to purchase gifts from the little shop at Villa Gracia: all handcrafted products made by Heifer client organizations.
By now I have regained just enough Spanish to make simple conversation. Tim has pushed me all week to practice, alternating between encouragement and gentle (almost too subtle) correction. He laughed at my "Nicaraguense" pronunciation of some words.
Marcella has finalized our travel arrangements, from Tegucigalpa to ElSalvador by bus (luxury coach, not the rattletrap kind) tomorrow evening; flight out of San Salvador on Saturday morning, to Dallas and then Charlotte. I'm dubious about the bus and the hotel, anxious abouut the thought of the border crossing, but relieved to have a plan in place after so much uncertainty.
The newspapers report that the airport will not reopen to large jets, ever. A military base halfway between here and Siguatepeque will be remodeled as the new international airport for Tegucigalpa, and Toncontin will take only smaller planes.
Newspaper photo of the crash on Friday 31 May at Toncontin.
We were the next flight, the very next flight, due at Toncontin. Not that we were ever in any danger, but it's still sobering.
Friday 6 June, morning
This morning we got to sleep in just a little bit. Of course I couldn't.
So I had a looooong cup of coffee and a stroll-about, chatted with the dog, etc. This is a happy place.
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