Semana Santa

San Pedro

Our friends were leaving this morning, so we had our complimentary breakfast at our hotel and then boarded our hotel shuttle to the airport with everyone aboard. We arrived at the airport; Steve, Mandi and Amy checked in and then we said our goodbyes. I didn’t think I would get emotional saying bye to the girls, but I started getting teary-eyed because I wouldn’t see them for another three months. I’m so thankful and blessed that they came down to visit me and see Honduras. After they left, we stayed in the airport for a while to wait for Jacki who was coming to pick up her mom and brother from the airport. We waited in the food court part of the airport, taught LB how to play Euchre and proceeded to play for the next hour while we people-watched. One of our favorite groups we watched was this group of young people who stood in line at Wendy’s. Since I’m in Honduras, I’m always curious why other gringos come here. We analyzed the group and made our guesses: Canadian (I had seen a Canadian flag on one of the kids’ backpacks), youth group or school, went to the coast (the girls had braids), and we tried to pinpoint their leaders and ages as well. After we had thoroughly thought about this group, we nominated Mike to ask them their purpose in Honduras. We were pretty darn close: a Canadian Christian school group who did a mission trip on the coast. Amazing what one can deduce from observation!

Unfortunately we had heard from Jacki and Ana earlier that day that NO buses were running because it was Good Friday, which is a much bigger deal here than Easter Sunday. That meant we’d be staying in SPS one more day. We found a taxi driver who helped us out by suggesting hostel (Tamarindo Hostel) to us. He brought us there and luckily some rooms were opening up in an hour or so. We left our stuff at the hostel and went to downtown San Pedro to grab some lunch. Little did we know we were just in time because most places closed at 1 pm on Good Friday and it was about noon. We ate lunch at McD’s, relaxed in the shade in the central park, bought our dinner from a street vendor (steak kabobs, pineapple and melon) and grabbed another taxi back to our hostel. The rest of the day we spent at the hostel napping, reading, relaxing and getting to know some of the other people staying at the hostel. It had a real community feel to it and we met people from all over the world there: the States, Denmark, England. We ate our awesome dinner, played some more intense Euchre (LB and I lost against Tad and Mike) and then bed for our early rise tomorrow morning.