Honduras

Wow cant believe it has been a year since a blog post.
Bringing you all up to date. I got off work Thursday evening and drove to Columbus. Lisa and I had a strange meal at IHOP. We probably spent two hours there and only got breakfast items that I could cook myself in under 10 minutes. And we were the lucky ones. We had a kind, good waitress. Those around us had a waitress who was hospitality challenged. One table waited for probably an hour and then the manager brought them out a "to go'" bag and apologized and told them he "fixed it" himself. Hmmm. Makes one wonder who is actually cooking that the manager cooked their take out. And how do we know the manager knows how to cook? Another table behind us caught the manager while out on the floor and complained that she was supposed to have four crepes and only had two and they "were just thrown on plate". The manager apologized and gave them a free meal also. We then got our meals and they were okay. (Lisa's bacon had a little charcoal on it). then the table beside us was telling the waitress something wasn't right with their meal and she just sorta said hmm. how about that and walked off.
The whole experience was sorta like a black hole. Made me wish for the meal Lisa and I had before at Five Guys. The music was blaring but everyone seemed to get what they wanted.
Then back to Lisa's and Brian brought home a zillion (honest) bags of Easter candy from work. It seems Karen told him to get her some candy. I packed what I could in carry on and Brian and Lisa had to suffer with keeping the rest.
Went to bed early as it was an early morning flight Friday. Well my stomach did not do so well and I ended up during the night with what I thought was poisoning from the strange waitress. See, I have this strange theory that she was really the cook and was helping out with waitressing. Still feeling little queasy Friday morning but had good flights from C'bus to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Teguc. I was impressed with Delta. The only stress invoking moments were at landing in Teguc. It appeared the plane did not touch down soon enough. We were hurtling down the runway and I could see the end and I thought there was no way the plane could slow enough to make the turn back to terminal. the pilot did manage a safe stop though and I was unsure if I should congratulate him or chastise him for scaring me.
There were at least three mission groups on my plane. Customs took awhile. The Customs lady said "welcome back" in English and I felt like I was an old pro. Grabbed by bags and went through very crowed lines to finally reach the terminal where Dorian took my bags and Karen handed me Korbin. All was right with the world.
Very few people downtown Teguc. Went to Denny's for lunch and stomach felt much better. Will write more later and catch up on my days.