Where do I begin? -by Andi

WHERE DO I BEGIN!!?? I've missed SO many days of writing, how do I update you on all the stuff I've been doing through my eyes?
Well, you've probably heard enough about our arrival. But I'll give you my opinion anyway. *clears throat*
Waking up at 4 a.m. was an exhausting start for me, but you know, I was so happy to get on the plane that it made up for it. Once I sat down in my seat... whatever number and letter I was, I took a deep sigh- only take two more sighs for all three planes. By the time we actually arrived in San Pedro Sula I could barley walk or even hold my head up.
It was such a God thing getting through customs, the guy who processed our visas was a Christian and happily let us stay all 90 days, and baggage checking was no problem one bit, because the lady looked at us and let us go right ahead. Just skipped us, totally, without looking at our bags. Then of course you probably heard from my sisters that we went to Wendy's, but not me. I took a little siesta at a small table in a little coffee shop... but if you're thinking something like Starbucks, it was not at all like that, it was like a lemonade stand that sold coffee. Then what did we do....
I opened my eyes outside to see the little plane that would take us to the Island called Utila!
I happily jumped into the plane, of course still feeling so heavy, I sat in my seat, and fell to sleep. On the post, I'm sure you saw the tiny picture of that... it was a very ugly picture. When we landed on the little Island we took a taxi to our place. But I have to mention the taxi ride. It was like SO not safe, like the United States- our home. You drove on either side of the street, which ever you wanted to while bikes and people went by in front of you. I was shocked to see that... rather amazed. We looked for a place to stay, and found a nice place called Rubi's Inn. We stayed just a night. Then woke up the next day and went to esquela (school). Mom found us a little hut for us to stay in, well my sisters are telling me that it's not a hut.. it's a "cozy little place" but I still believe it's a hut. Um, Now that I have gotten you updated.....
I'm going to tell you the HIGHLIGHTS and LOWLIGHTS of my stay here.
Most of the days are the same. But we found a cozy little church to go to. We knew we were in the right place when we didn't understand anything that the pastor was saying :D I'm sure Amanda told you this, but I'm going to tell you what I thought about it. One church day, it was called Game night. It was when someone up front would start reading a verse from the Bible, and we would have to find the verse, and spout out loud what verse it was. Eduardo won an apple. He took a bite of the apple, and fell down dead- you probably don't remember this part from when Amanda told you, I can tell because your facial expressions look rather shocked right now.
No, let me get back to the real story. He won the apple, took a bite, ....... and threw it across the room to another man called Franklin, who took a bite and threw it to the other side of the church. During this commotion, the pastor is still talking as if nothing happened. Once the apple went through the mouths of every church member, it got back to Eduardo - a core, with a remaining one piece... a little chunk of apple.
Next highlight:
The Island is so peaceful. You don't worry about anything else. We aren't rushing here, rushing there, not rushing each and everywhere. It gets down to what really matters; God, Family, Friends! One day my family and I were walking to la playa (beach) and we stopped by our friends from church's little shed type restaurant. They asked us if one Sunday they could help us cook food. And we were SO amazed that we could actually say "ANY Sunday!" Oh well, that's just a little glimpse of how we're so relaxed here. Now to the ...
LOWLIGHTS:
TAARREEEEAAAA (Tarea-homework)
It's a huge struggle for me. Spanish is VERY VERY VERY hard! I'm struggling a lot with it. It's one of the reasons I haven't posted. My whole day is spent sitting and doing tarea, which I only half understand.
The first couple days of eating their food, I didn't do so well. My body needed to adjust to the strange food here.
It's now about time to go to our little cozy church again with our instantly connected family in Christ.
P.S. a little prayer request...
That I will understand my tarea. And not be SO exhausted everyday.
Since I can't tell you what will happen in the future, this is all I can say for this post. Till next time!
~Andi