Last week we travelled to Belize because it was the end of summer break. It was very nice. Warm weather, warm ocean water (like 80 degrees warm), iced vanilla lattes every morning, smoothies most evenings, nothing to work on, and time to spend with family and friends on the nice beaches. Sarah and I were expecting it to be very difficult to leave Belize, even before we arrived. But even though our trip to Belize was fun, nice, and even necessary for our friends (for passport renewal), I really missed Honduras, in fact I was ready to return home to Honduras before the halfway point of our trip. Not like me. I usually decide that I want to move to wherever I am on vacation or “accidently” miss my return flight so I can stay another day, but not this time.
After reflecting on this feeling or readiness to return, I realized that Honduras is where I am supposed to be (I mean, at least for now). You don’t often want to leave daily iced lattes and warm beaches to return to beans, rice and your job. But I did, and it has, if nothing else, given me more assurance that I am and my family are exactly where we are supposed to be.