Going Strong.

So… we’re just about two weeks into this gig and going strong.  Aaron and I spent a few days in Tegucigalpa, and then a few more in Siguatepeque, then back to Teguc, and now back in Siguat. 

Before the trip started, I was a little bit worried about food.  I had images in my mind of a dinner plate with a fish staring back at me.  We’ve actually had it good though.  Really good.  Tim, one of the other missionaries, frequently reminds us how we’re “suffering for Jesus.”  This is usually when we’re about to dive into some fine cuisine.

On our last drive from Teguc to Siguat, we had the honor and privilege of riding in the cab of a delivery truck.  A good ol’ American made GMC.  We chugged along at about 45 km/hr.  About 28 mph.  What usually has been a two-hour drive was now about… double that.  I was able to practice my Spanish.  I didn’t really have much choice in the matter though as the driver and his friend didn’t speak English. 

We made one stop along and I asked if we were stopping for lunch.  I didn’t understand much of the reply, but told Aaron, “he said something about corn.”  We were in for a treat… the men offered us some sort of hot, corn, milk, sugar beverage.  I was appreciative that the two wanted to share something that they enjoyed with us.  I mean, this would be like me buying a Dr. Pepper for someone who had never had it before.  Truly a special treat…

I hope to never drink that concoction ever again!  I managed to put it all down thanks to training I received as a young child.  “Son, you’re going to finish everything on your plate, whether you liked it or not.”  Or perhaps it was because my time in the Corps and the wonderful food in Duncan Dining Hall.   Aaron on the other hand… had a little bit tougher time with it.  It appeared painful for him.  I looked over to him and said, “Now, you’re suffering for Jesus.”

That being said, the corn ‘stuff’ has probably been the lowlight thus far.  So I’d say we’re doing pretty well.  And SPEAKING OF DR. PEPPER, don’t you worry, I found some here in Siguatepeque.  Eleven lempiras (± 58 cents) well spent.  I told the lady at the counter, “This is made in Texas.  I’m from Texas.”