Going Home

View of Honduras from the plane



View of Tegucigalpa from plane

 A few weeks ago we bought tickets to go back to Honduras.  I wasn't quite as excited as hubster was.  It's not like I don't want to go, it's just not as fun for me anymore.  I admit, the most exciting thing about traveling to Honduras before was getting to see my soon-to-be-husband.  I also had a really good friend there Albita and her family that I hung out with all the time.



Hanging out with the family



My best friend Albita, who moved to Spain

 However, hubster is here with me so I don't have to travel there to see him.  Plus, my friend moved to Spain to try and earn some money for her family.  So, it's just her family left.  I love her family to death, but it's not the same as having my friend around to gossip and have fun with.  I will get to see the nurses though - and all the health center staff.  I'm excited about that!

The nurses and health center staff

Even with all that, I am excited to go and see everyone.  Hubster's family is planning on showing me how to cook some of his favorite foods.  I am excited to learn more Honduran recipes - aside from the basics I know how to make.  His aunt is an amazing cook - she can make really good baleadas and empanadas.  Not that after one lesson I'll be a pro or anything - but it'll be fun times.

His aunt selling baleadas in Teguc

I'm a bit worried about how hubster will handle going back and whether it will make him happy or depressed.  He still misses Honduras all the time and doesn't consider the U.S. his home yet.  Of course I know it's only been one year, but I think it will make going back harder.  I don't know what scenario will be worse, a) he goes back and it feels like before he left and he fits right back in with his friends, or b) he feels left out and like all his friends continued their life without him and he doesn't fit in anymore.  Neither scenario is good but either is possible.  It's hard, and nearly impossible, to "go home" and so I'm hoping he's not too disappointed.  It's hard for him here because no matter how many friends we make, none of them speak Spanish well enough for him to really talk to them.  I can complain about husband things and marriage with any number of people but he has no one to talk to here.  He can't complain about me or the horrible wife things I do nor can he talk with anyone about marriage or how hard life is.  I don't think anyone in Honduras can relate to that (he doesn't actually know any men that are married and actually with their wife - they all get married and then move to the U.S. to support their family) and so I sometimes feel bad that he's so alone.

So hopefully it will go well and I won't have to drug him and stuff him in my suitcase to get him back to the U.S!