love reunited

A man toting a sign for Antigua-bound travelers drew my attention away from adorable baby Logan and his mother Amanda whom had been my traveling companions on the plane ride from Houston.
Another newfound friend, Helen, a single woman from the states whom I met at the Houston airport, and I had decided that we would at least travel to Antigua together, considering neither of us knows any Spanish and Ty's bus wouldn't make it to Antigua until 6 pm that evening—leaving me as a deer in the headlights among all the Spanish buzzing around in the air.
As Helen and I walked towards the man with the sign for travelers to Antigua, I heard a soft voice, calling out my name. How would somebody in Antigua know my name....how was it that I recognized the voice so well?
I turned around and met eyes with the most marvelous human being—Ty had arrived at the airport just in time to surprise me and rid me of the daunting task of arriving in Antigua on my own. :)

My delight with Ty's arrival expanded far beyond my sheer happiness in seeing him. On our journey to Antigua the taxi driver pulled off to the side of the road, opening up the hood of the car, unable to get the engine to turn. Ty's quickly developed Spanish saved us, allowing the taxi driver to be paid for the distance he had taken us, and to get us safe into another taxi, arriving in Antigua in no time.

We said our goodbyes to Helen and ventured off to find our hostel for the weekend—a funky, cute Hostel with colorful walls and benches for chatting and reading, that reminded me a bit of home.

My feet quickly became accustomed to the cobblestone streets as Ty and I strolled through the churches art galleries, parks, and cafes of Antigua. Our time was very restful (which, of course was much needed after my senior year of college and Ty's busy teaching schedule)--a much needed break.

We ventured back to Copan on the 4am shuttle. A long, tiring morning adventure called for a four hour siesta Sunday afternoon, followed by a delicious dinner out with one of Ty's house-mates and his parents.

Monday morning arrived quickly to be at Mayatan (the school where Ty teaches, and we will both teach next year) by 7—with a half an hour beautiful morning walk.

I have thoroughly enjoyed watching Ty teach and engage with his students—acting out a little bit I think due to my presence. (They have realized how distracted Ty might be now that I'm here).

Already this morning I have been offered a substitute teaching job for—guess who—this year's third grade class! I will be teaching fourth grade next year, so getting a little bit of experience teaching them is a dream! (especially since I don't have to do the lesson planning quite yet!)
And this afternoon I will be spending time with Leah (Ty's amazing sister) and Britta's future students (this year's 2nd graders—their third graders)...I will assist them in building tee-pees and champas, a traditional Honduran structure.