Well, we made it. Home. We had a relatively smooth trip from the city, until we reached the last stretch. After Zacualpa, we ran into some muddy spots. With the new tires, the 4Runner did great in all the mud. It was amazing to see how the water had changed the roads, making them muddy, deeply rutted, or in some places completely relocated or non existent. It is extremely different here, with how this country is completely at the mercy of the rains and weather. In the States, we have some control on the roads, or at least we think we do. Here, if it rains too much... your stuck.
It started raining a little on our way home yesterday, and it has not stoped since. Aparently, the rains are really heavy in September and October. Last yaer we saw a drought, so the rain is a welcomed change.
Thelma, our family dog, made it here to Canilla without any trouble. After traveling for 5 days couped up in the car, she did manage to bail out the window or door a couple times, once at the airport. She is enjoying the attention, and is a great reminder that our lives, though taking a different path then we had planned, can still be what they were.
The boys are doing fine. Jacob is enjoting getting dirty again, and playing with toys and his aunts.
We are glad to be home, and still thinking of all of you, back home.