One hot night

So, it's really hot here. But I made it! I always fear that the plane won't land in the second scariest airport to land on in latin america, after brazil. But we did. I love how people start "persinandose" just before the landing. And then a cry of joy and clapping bursts out loud in the cabin. The guy who sat next to me looked like he was sweating bullets. It was pretty funny. 

The view was amazing. It had been so long since I'd seen Honduras so green. The last time I had come here during this time of the year was when I was 10. When I come with Biola, it's usually February, March or April, which means super hot weather and everything is brown and dry. But not this time; it was beautiful. 

It seems that there is a political situation going on right now that doesn't make it very safe here. The president, who's influenced by Hugo Chavez (blah), is trying to change the constitution to get himself re-elected. There have been protests and marches the last couple of days. I'm still getting a bit of a feel of the whole situation, but it's going to take some reading. 

So, I made it out of the airport, after waiting forever for my maleta and met up with my Tia Mayra and my cousin Gustavo, where they greeted my with roses and a little baloon for my birthday. We went around town and got to see parts of the capital, Tegucigalpa, that I don't get to see when I come with Biola. We came back to the house, where I took a little nap and woke up to hear my cousins. My tio Mario (my dad's brother) and his daughters came to see me and we all celebrated my birthday with dinner and a cheesecake (yumm). They're so cute! The little one, Michelle, is already attached to me and she spent the night telling me how much she loved me and taking pictures with me on my mac. It was fun.

Now I'm chillin on the couch with my cousin