Not Quite Honduras

I have been traveling for quite some time now and I'm still not even all the way across the damn country. I'm waiting in the Dallas airport so that I can catch a flight and wait in the Miami airport. It's all quite exciting. What I'm really wondering is, how high was I exactly when I decided to book at 6 a.m. flight? So high. I had to get up at 3:15 this morning. Which is about the time I usually go to bed. Which translated to a very restful night's sleep, as my body constantly pointed out that it wasn't tired even a little bit and didn't quite understand this insistence on laying horizontal with it's eyes closed.

Last night I had a lay over in Dallas and stayed at a local hotel. It probably wasn't the best idea to start out my third world trip in a four star hotel. I imagine my Honduran accommodations will look even more third world-y in comparison to the Hyatt. Do you think Honduras will have room service with cute little salt and pepper shakers on the tray? I highly doubt it.

So then, there is nothing much to report in the way of saving the world and what not. I will report that it is frowned upon to have a suitcase weighing over 50 pounds, just so you know. It seems I over packed for my world-saving adventures and I have been reprimanded several times for the weight of my suitcase. My parents warned me several times that if I get put in a Honduras jail I’m never getting out. So apparently I packed accordingly. The drug dealers are more than welcome to incriminate me in their drug smuggling attempts. I have enough clothes packed to last an entire jail sentence. And I’m sure the mosquito face net will come in handy in jail as well.