July 6 and things are still quiet. The airport remains closed according to the Embassy. Last night, I was the only person in the Conference Center as far as I could tell. I went out to pick up my laundry, and when I returned at 6 PM local time, the reception desk was closed, and the gate into the compound was being closed. Almost spooky here by myself.
I’ve had a touch of the traveler’s scourge the last couple of days. Something I ate?
Yesterday was a quiet day, had lunch with John Fenley, other than that, read and wrote some. I must be a writer, I sure suffer from writer’s block.
Was supposed to pick up Jeannie Loving, SAMS missionary, today at the airport, returning from a few days in the states. Looks like she won’t make it, or will have to fly into San Pedro Sula and bus it down.
