The Bicecreamman Returns!

It was an interesting weekend, no doubt! I flew up Rochester, NY for the MLL championship weekend…getting out of Honduras, no problem…getting out of Chicago, big problem. I spent Thursday night and most of Friday in Chicago with about half my team trying get to the Roch. We had weather issues, mechanical problems, air traffic control problems and too much fuel. That’s right, too much fuel…I don’t think Ken Jennings could even figure that one out! Once we got out of Chi-town everything went smoothly. The weekend was a ton of fun and it was great to be reunited with my teammates…even Spencer Ford! We won our first game and made it to the championship game only to fall short to Philly…but it was a great weekend none the less!

I arrived back in Honduras just in time to catch the begging of a nation wide protest. What they were protesting depended on who you asked…I heard everything from teachers wanting increased salaries, privatization of Hondutel, the phone company (which by the way, the owners of our apartment waited 5 years to get the phone line installed our place and for some reason, we can only receive calls, not make any), lower prices on purified water, and the return of the Bicecreamman! They did not want this hombre back in the country because he is rumored to be the notorious Chancharro de la vincha….a mysterious gringo who plays soccer with a head band and is an extremely dirty player! He is also strappingly handsome, extremely romantic and his charm is surpassed by none, or so I hear...

I was told that I would not be able to leave the airport because protests are known to become violent. I had no clue what I was going to do…but then our good friend Bill came to the rescue yet again! Who is Bill? He is Emily and I’s surrogate father/guardian angel who continues to save us day after day. The same man we met on the plane on our way to Honduras. This guy is right out of a movie…think any movie where some wide-eyed youngster is embraced by an old man, that through completely ridiculous methods, opens his eyes to the world…a Mr. Myagi of sorts (I am Daniel LaRusso of course and Emily is my Elizabeth shoe…I don’t have a nemesis like Johnny Lawrence yet…on second thought, I am Johnny Lawrence). Bill sent one of his friends/co-workers, a Honduran native familiar with the back roads of Tegucigalpa, to pick me up. When I say he knew the back roads what I really meant is that he is not scared to drive the wrong way down a one-way street with an 18 wheeler comin’ head on…seriously! We managed to avoid all protests and get out of the city and back home in one piece.

It was fantastic to get back to Emily, Comayagua and our apartment. Our A/C even got fixed! That night, Em and I got the best sleep we have had in a while…I brought back some bed sheets (Thanks Dave and Ava) from the US that don’t scratch your face when you lay on them and thanks to our fully operational cooling unit, it wasn’t above 100 degrees in our house. Everything was coming up Bice!

And then we went to school this morning…I still don’t have any clue what a lesson plan is supposed to look like and I have to have my room decorated by this Monday, the first day of school. Did I mention that my room has not yet been built? Hopefully, it is finished when school is supposed to start or we might have to push back the start date another week, again. When we got home our A/C had crapped out again…

While all this sounds bad, it is fantastic…I wouldn’t have it any other way! Everything is great and each day is a blessing! Remember to be thankful for all that the Lord has given and remember that He will fulfill your needs! Dios le bendiga!