Letter about Honduras

Hermana Jackson,

Hola mi hermanita. Guess what? I think you and I are kinda connected in a unique way right now. Since being in Honduras for a week, my Spanish came back to me quite a bit. But it was/is a struggle. At first I was frustrated because I could understand a lot, but had a hard time speaking. By the end of the week I was able to speak much better, but still got frustrated when I heard the mistakes I made as they were coming out of my mouth. Now I find myself thinking in Spanish still sometimes, and have a hard time converting to English. So I’m in that limbo world between Spanish and English- which I’m sure is how you feel some times too. Although from the sounds of thing your Spanish is coming along very quickly!

Honduras was a great trip. We have some funny stories of course. For example, on the way there we had a nasty layover in Dallas. To kill time we thought we’d take a taxi to a late show, but because the taxi driver took advantage of our not knowing the area we spent $40 getting there alone. After the movie was over we opted asking some college aged people to give us a ride back to the airport and offered to pay them $20. They did, and they were nice, but yeah- it was kinda like hitch-hiking. Then there was the time that Jake was telling a story and kept saying “pedo” (fart) instead of “sapo” (frog). HaHa. I could tell you so much, but I haven’t had a whole lot of time to process and document it all. Honduras was a good wake-up too. A reminder as to all I have to be thankful for. I’m thankful for drinkable water from the faucets, for good plumbing, for hot water, for good public schools, and so much more. I think Honduras has even more poverty than Guatemala from what I can remember. The people are kind though, and the country is beautiful. The food was fabulous. Lots of rice and black beans and corn tortillas. Somehow though, it all tastes amazing. Wonderful “liquados”, fabulous fish and steaks. Jake and I both gained him (him more than me though ☺). It was very hard to come back to cold frozen Utah. If it wasn’t for my three kiddos I might have just stayed.

From Jake: Hope you’re having a blast…did you know that a mission is a lot like the game of Hearts; there’s the good, the bad, and the ugly. The key is to minimize the hearts you get, always be on the watch out of that Queen (spades, not clubs), and every once in a while, shoot the moon and go big. I want to hear about you shooting the moon all the time, and always avoiding that Queen…something you’re not used to I know, but that’s what I’m praying for. Love ya! Jake


From Josh: I love you. I hope are having fun. I miss you. I had fun with GrammaChris while Mom and Dad were in Honduras. Have you seen a rainbow? Love, Josh

We love you!

Jaime