The sweet aroma of pollution awoke my senses to the dazzling sensation they call Honduras. If this scintillating rush of excitement was not enough to awake me to my new surroundings, the thousands of New York taxi cab-like drivers that surrounded these alleys they call streets quickly made me aware I was in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Red Lights, Stop Signs, Lane Divisions, and Yield Signs are merely an afterthought for the true Honduran driver. And judging from my ride with him, Mr. Nathan Reeves was not only born to Honduran parents, but ones that smoke crack. His parents in the States are merely a coverup. He enjoys encouraging his passengers to "depend on God for safety", and to "lean on him in times of trouble" during his car rides that rival any rollercoaster ride.

Enough about the amazing characteristics that make Honduras, and more about me. I will be living the next 8 weeks with 11 other 20 somethings in Honduras with our fearless missionary family (the Hines). In the coming weeks, we will see what happens when people get angry, tired, not nice, and live on Inferno episodes for the rest of their pathetic sold-out lives. whoops, I'm sorry, I got the Real World mixed up in my thoughts because I saw one of the girls from a couple years ago in the Miami Airport. I think she was checking me out. I'm pretty sure she was. Maybe if she made it to Survivor I would have given her a chance. I also saw Sean Paul in the airport, he's a scrawny dude. There is a reason he has an entourage. I could have taken him in a fight, and that's not a very strong compliment.

Oh, and get this. The president of Honduras rode with us on our airplane. I feel pretty important now. They must not have an "Avion Numero Uno" in Honduras.

Wow, I get easily sidetracked. I must have an undiagnoses add case.

Everyone is pretty cool here. The Hines family are really nice, they have two kids about my sisters age. They expect us all to cook once a week here; I'm hoping everyone here loves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. That or the girl I'm paired with miraculously had a mennonite upbringing. I have no idea what I, a male, am doing in a kitchen. Everyone knows Eve first outfit was an apron.

Well, now that I made my sisters angry, I should get back to everyone now.

Editor's Note: I wrote today in hastily 5 minute manner. I plan to update frequently while I am here, and hope to post pictures. Those of you that know me from my previous stint with this blog are aware I like to write stuff as if this were a newspaper or magazine, not as if this were a journal. I do not know if I will continue the same style while I am here in Honduras, I want to keep everyone well informed what we are doing over here. I will figure something out.

Anyways, I'm out like hot showers in Honduras.