The Only Place I Go

When we got to our apartment, Juan Carlos (the project manager that set everything up for us) told me that there was a little park right by our apartment. This was very good news. It turns out we may actually define the word 'park' differently in America. It is about 1/2 acre of land with a big statue in the middle. Now, I don't want to complain. I mean, at least it is a place for my kids to run around, right? Well, apparently this "park" is also a pretty good make-out spot. Luckily my children are easily distracted by ants, dirt, rocks, sticks, and puddles so we hopefully will not have to have the birds and the bees discussion any time soon, but it is still a bit uncomfortable.
Today we saw two people (possibly homeless) pulling copper wire out of electronics and then setting something on fire (we were far away by then so I am not sure what they burned but it did not smell good). There is a silver lining. This park has amazing view of this beautiful city. (I forgot to take my camera today but I will take pictures tomorrow) While admiring the city one can see a Chilis, Wendy's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, and McDonalds. Ah the comforts of home. We will be visiting these establishments in the near future, mark my word!

What a day!

Our trip to Honduras started off so well that I knew something bad was bound to happen. As always, I was right. Our first day of travel was flawless. Even moving 16 suitcases was a relatively smooth process. We were able to fly first class because it was cheaper to fly first class and bring luggage than to fly coach and have to pay for your bags. On his last trip to Honduras, Tom asked the airline how many bags you could check if you were flying first class. They told him he could bring 3. We had four tickets and as we packed it just seemed easier to bring a lot of stuff than to have to buy it when we got here. I was wrong. We flew Continental airlines and had no problem checking all of our luggage at the airport in Salt Lake City. However on our second day of travel we got to the Houston airport and they told us we could only check 2 bags each. No amount of reasoning worked with these people. We had to pay 400 dollars to get on our flight.
As it turns out it is extremely difficult to move 16 suitcases, plus 4 bags, 2 children, 2 car seats and a stroller. We looked ridiculous. We finally got our luggage in the car and I finally felt relieved. This was premature. The house we will be staying in is not available until Oct 10th so they took us to an aparthotel (name is almost as clever as the name of my blog). It is basically a temporary apartment and it is on the third floor with no elevator. I cannot even count the number of times today that I asked myself why I brought so much crap.
I have heard people complain about cities that are not based on a grid system (like Salt Lake City) that just have street names. Well Tegucigalpa (I will refer to it as Tegus from now on-thats what they call it here) does not even have street names. Apparently they just use landmarks to get around. Yes, I am positive that we will get lost frequently.
I can't post any pictures because my camera battery charger was involved in a chocolate milk accident and is not currently working. All you get are the ramblings of a very tired woman who is staring at 16 suitcases wondering why in the world she brought so much crap! Adios!