Finally, the day has arrived to go to language school. However, now we’re not sure how excited we are to leave and have to adjust to a new environment. We are just getting comfortable in our present location. But, the plane tickets say this is the day so off to the airport we go.
We go through all the hurdles to get on the plane – we are flying Taca. Oh, never heard of it? Neither had we until we got to Honduras. However, after flying Taca we found out it is a very professionally run airline. We leave San Pedro Sula at 7:10 and arrive in San Salvador, El Salvador at 7:50. We leave San Salvador and arrive in Guatemala City, Guatemala at 9:10. As we are standing in the immigration line at the airport we can see the luggage carousel and all four of our bags are already on it. Yea. This is great. We pass through immigration and have a gentleman put our bags on a cart. He says come this way and we follow. As he flies past customs we hand the lady our custom form and out the door we go. We see the man holding a sign with our names on it. He pulls the van up, they load our luggage, we tip the baggage man, and we are in the van headed for Antigua by 9:35. This has all happened so fast and so smoothly since leaving our home we are wondering when the wheels are going to come off. They never do.
After about a 40 minute drive from Guatemala City to Antigua we pull up in front of the house we will be staying in for the next three months. We unload our bags. Our driver (who is a full-time fireman and just does this as a side job) takes our bags inside. We meet our host family and find out it’s the family we requested. How awesome since two of our teammates, the Smiths and the Willis, stayed with this family and they loved them.
We take our bags to our room. Get a brief intro to the house. The family leaves for church and we begin walking to town to get a bite to eat. Both flights were so short we didn’t even get something to drink much less to eat.
It’s about a 10 minute walk to town and about a 20 minute walk to our school each day. It was strange seeing so many people wearing sweaters and coats after being in Honduras for three months and sweating from morning until night and then some. As we get to town we look at our watch and it’s not even 11:00 am. This is strange. We have been on two international flights and three countries and we’ve only left our house a little more than five hours ago. In case you’re interested we had pizza for lunch.
Tomorrow we start thirteen weeks of Spanish for four hours each day, five days a week. Our heads are already hurting and we haven’t even started yet.
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