We left our orientation camp early in the morning of Saturday May 5, 2012. All of us piled into a van and were enroute to our homes for the next three months. San Francisco de Yojoa was the very last stop, which left me with a very long drive until my destination was reached. Id consider myself lucky because I had the opportunity to see all of the other girls host towns and houses. Two hours passed since the second last stop when we turned off the highway and headed town a path-like-dirt road. The drive was very interesting, and seemed much different then the roads we drove along to drop off the other Intercordians. After aproximatly fifteen minutes of bumping up and down we reched a paved road. Rodolfo turned around and said ¨¨Welcome to San Francisco de Yojoa¨. My heart begain to pound uncontrolably and my smile was so big it hurt. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, I could have been lifted right off the ground. I was overwhelmed with emotions. Good emotions. We pulled up to a beige cement house with dark brown trimming. A little boy, who I assumed was my eight year old host brother poked his head out the door, smiled, and then yelled for his parents. Everything seemed so surreal. As I stepped into the house I was greeted with smiles and a hug and kiss from all four family members. The mother was asking Rodolfo if I spoke Spanish, which worried me since there was basically no spanish in my vocabulary. However, the father approached me and said ¨Hello Amanda, welcome to our house¨. I felt a hugh sigh of relief knowing that there was someone in the family that knew a bit of english. He pointed towards a bedroom door with a big pink sign decorated with balloons that read ¨Welcome Amanda¨. I was filled with joy and happyness. I knew at the very moment I was exactly where I was suppose to be. I am now approaching the one month mark here in Honduras and continue to find myself living in the honeymoon phase. Perhaps it wont end. I truly am in love with everything here in San Francisco de Yojoa.