Ever feel like time’s going by too fast but there’s nothing you can do to stop it? Today was on of those days. We spent the morning at the HouseHome and India and Amy finally got to hear the stories of all the kids and why they were chosen to stay there. It was hard to hear but I’m glad we were able to find out more about them before we left. After hearing their stories, we played with them, gave them some presents, watched them eat lunch and then had to say goodbye for the last time. Now, it’s hard enough saying goodbye just for the day because these kids are just so lovable and easy to get attached to. If you’ve ever been to Honduras, you can identify. But after spending a month here, seeing them almost every day, I can’t begin to describe what it was like to walk away, not knowing when you would be able to see or hug these kids again. I thought I was going to make it to the truck without getting too emotional but when Anderson asked why we were leaving and then Marvin started saying “I love you” in English, I lost it. We had taught him just today to repeat what we said in English and he was actually really good at it. I would put a little southern twang in it and say i luuuv you and he would repeat exactly the same. So when he started saying that, the other kids joined in and none of us had dry eyes by the time we walked out. We were crying, the kids were crying. They just latched onto us and we had to pry them off in order to get out of the door. It’s amazing the connection you can make even when speaking a different language. As hard as it was to leave, I wouldn’t have it any other way because it made me realize what an impact they had on us and we had on them. I will never forget them. I will never forget the many lessons they taught me. And I will return. I don’t know how or when but I’ll be back. And I can’t wait to walk through that door at the HouseHome and hear them all yelling my name and climbing all over me. It will be worth however long I have to wait. And in the meantime, I can rest well knowing that they are safe and taken care of. My only hesitation is the fact that there are hundreds of other kids with stories of their own that, as I’m sitting on my comfy bed with air conditioning and food in the pantry, are wondering where to lay their head and when they’ll get their next meal. So many kids have been blessed through POI but there is always more work to be done.
This afternoon, we pampered ourselves with a $10 pedicure at the Marriott, complete with designs on our gorditos (big toes). It was good to have a distraction to cheer us up a bit. We sadly packed up our bags before heading to dinner at Pepper and Gabriella Horn’s. We had tacos in homemade tortillas and kiwi for dessert. It was amazing. A great last meal in Tegucigalpa. We ended the night with Frostys on our balcony. As I sit on the bed and type this, I’m trying to take in the view for the last time. I’m not sure if we’ve described the apartment yet, but we’re overlooking the entire city with a bird’s eye view and at night there are thousands of lights dotting the countryside. It is breathtaking. It’s just one more thing I will miss about this city. I know we’ve got to go home but we all agree that it’s never been quite so hard to leave a place before. And we’ve got more goodbyes ahead of us. Our bodyguards and Ernesto are taking us to the airport in the morning and we’ve actually spent more time with Eduardo and Julia than just about anybody. But it will be nice to arrive in Atlanta and actually be able to understand every word that people are saying all around us. It’s with a heavy but full heart that we leave and we thank God for all the blessings, protection, friends, memories, and lessons we’ve learned while being in this wonderful city. Thank you for all the prayers and support and for reading our attempt at blogging. I’m sure we’ll have a few more entries summing up our emotions and thoughts from the trip but this is the last full day here so, as Indi would say, “toodloo!”