I’m back home. A week in Central America without a single Imodium AD, I consider that a success, especially since I spent much time in villages where you can never be too sure of the food. There were two wasted days in a hotel in San Pedro Sula (considered the second most violent city in the Americas—behind Bogota), waiting to see where the storm was going to track. We got extra provisions such as peanut butter and crackers (which we left with the Hondurans) just in case we were trapped there by the storm. But it turned South, bad news for Nicaragua, but good for us. The doctors saw lots of patients and I spent time helping out along with exploring and playing with kids. I’ll post pictures later—along with some essays. Since I didn’t carry my laptop, only a journal, I will have to dig through my notes and write up some stories of my adventures in Honduras. For now, I’ll say that the highlight of the trip was going back to visit the village of San Jeromino (in Intibuca, high in the mountains, overlooking the valley of Otoro).