This was our first view of Honduras from the plane coming in to land at San Pedro Sula. It was incredibly emotional for me, like coming home again. My husband, Glenn was still open-minded at this early stage and wouldn't say whether he was happy to be back or not. I think he didn't want to influence my thoughts.  The airport looked so peaceful, not like the newspaper reports of political chaos that we'd been reading about in the newspapers for months.

Vanessa, the volunteer coordinator from our new school, Jeannette Blanca Kawas Bilingual School picked us up from the airport. There was a minor hiccup, she'd been held up by traffic and we were waiting half an hour before she arrived, but we were so relieved to see her and she was so friendly we didn't mind.