Saturday, February 16, 2013


I am in MO at Mom's apartment. It is starting to sink in that I'm in between realities. I am constantly surprised at how friendly everyone is. The lady at the parking booth was friendly, the guard at the casino last night was friendly. Well, the Hondurans were probably friendly as well, I just couldn't understand them. When I made coffee this morning I had to stop and think and remember that I can use the water out of the faucet.

I'm glad that I have plans for the next few days because I'm feeling a bit in suspended animation. I took my Uncle's keys to the Jeep. He has been driving it for me occasionally while I've had it in storage. It won't be going back into storage again, at least for the foreseeable future. When people ask me where I live, I pause and start a story as there isn't any one place where I live.

It is good to be back. I was wondering a lot how I was going to get here, from point A in Honduras to point B, here. Now I start pondering point C.


  1. I'm glad you made it back ok, and want to say "Welcome Home".

  2. Glad you are safe and sound and back home. What's next (point C)? Maybe you should get an RV to tow that Jeep behind or one for the Jeep to tow and tour the USA. Lot's to see here at home.

  3. Ooh! I like Dizzy's idea. Wonder what it would take? What size of trailer could you tow behind the Jeep?

  4. Glad you're home! Welcome back.

    Just Me

  5. Welcome back to the good old USA...the best country in the world!

    Enjoy being at point B...Point C can wait a little.

  6. Oh this is just weird for me! Isn't that the strangest thing? As surreal as it must be for you, out here looking in, it is also on a bit of a tilt. But you are in Honduras... you are always in Honduras, unless of course, you're not :-) Welcome to your new life. And not having all the answers. And all that. Big Grin.