back to canada. now what?

I got home at midnight last night. It didn't seem right that just the night before I was in my room in Honduras with the little cockroaches creeping around and hearing the newborn puppies in my backyard. And now I'm in my room in Toronto (I didn't realize how soft my pillow in Canada was until now!) I have all these luxuries I didn't have just a few hours ago: the choice of more than 5 shirts and 2 pairs of pants, my laptop at hand (but oh I'm going to miss going to Manuel's internet cafe!), any food I want and the ability to cook it for myself, access to a car....
But it seems like all too much. I didn't need all of this for the last 3 months. I was almost disgusted when I walked into my room and saw all that stuff. I didn't have time to clean my room before I left for Honduras and books and papers and other junk was all over the place. I struggled to find good books for my kids in Honduras, but here I have so many that I don't know where to put it all.
It feels really weird. I remember how everything goes and works; my cat didn't forget me. It's the strangest feeling that maybe I've been here all along and those 3 months in a totally different country didn't exist.
What happens now??

goodbye for good

Today has been a crazy mixture of emotions.
It started off really peaceful as Kristen and I watched the sunrise over Tegucigalpa on the top of the mountain behind Bencaleth.
Then I had a nice bonding time with Mila in El Centro.
I had lunch where I learned that police and the National University were going against each other and there were replays of the police knocking over the director of the university.
And then I had a blast talking to a painter and bartering earrings and crackers for a painting I really wanted from him.
Then I said my last goodbyes to Bencaleth. I did not expect to cry as much as I did. But you don't know how hard it was to tuck in my babies and say adios to them for the very last time. I don't know when I will see them again and even if I do will they still be there?
Then I had a blast with my internet cafe manager friend and the local priest. haha they're cool.
And then I thought I lost my USB key for the second time this trip and was out on the street running around with a flashlight at 9pm at night when I should be packing
Ecetera.
And this is the day BEFORE I leave.... What does tomorrow hold for me?

My last words to type on a computer on Latin American soil.
Estaba una experiencia maravillosa. Honduras, te quiero mucho.

goodbyes

This weekend was the first set of goodbyes. It was adios to my church friends as today was my last Sunday here. I felt so special because they made me a goodbye poster and then mini fiesta at Friday's Bible study, the youth all prayed for me on Saturday's meeting, and then the pastor announced my leaving and told everyone to give me a hug on Sunday's service.

Mis hermanos y hermanas de Iglesia Bautista Central: gracias por ser una familia maravillosa para mi durante los tres meses <3