After a 3 hour flight from Houston and landing we taxied to a stop. The flight crew opened up both exit hatch doors and rolled up moveable stairs. As we all began filtering out the first thing you notice is the absolute beauty of Honduras. The rolling mountains, trees, blue sky, and an airport with a single runway. Seven months in the making and we were finally here. I was excited to see the initial reactions of others. We cleared Customs, with our passports stamped making it official, and began getting our luggage. We were met by Bobby Moore, Exec. Dir. of BREAD, and soon made our way to our transportation for the week, a big yellow bus. Minutes later we were on the bus for a 2+ hour commute to Campamento.
If you haven't been to Teguc, it is a metropolis of nearly 2 millon, but it is a completely different environment from DFW. Very few street signs and even fewer street lights. Two lane roads quickly become 4, with 3 lanes in one direction at any given time. Pedestrians cross the streets with little regard for vehicles and you soon realize you're in a Third World Country.
Around 5pm we drove up to Bread's Daycare, which is a facility that cares for 50 children ages 2-7, five days a week. Before we knew it we saw dozens of children in full sprint towards our yellow bus yelling "Tio, Tia". Each of us hadn't planted our first foot on the ground and we were embraced with open arms. Imagine you coming home from work and your child(ren) running to you. Now multiple that by 30. Each child wearing tattered clothes, shoes with holes, and dirt covering their faces. Yet all they wanted was to feel our embrace, to feel cared for, loved. We spent countless minutes being hugged by each child. At that moment I knew our trip was going to impact each of our lives, and this was only Day 1...
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