I have been living in Honduras for the entire 8 years of President Obama’s term. Today is the last day of 2016 and I am going to miss our gracious President. After the criminal, racist orangutan was elected to the presidency last month I may never return to the States to live again. Above I include one last snow picture before focusing on my return to the tropics: 80°F when my plane landed in Tegucigalpa. The Children’s Home has a modern kitchen but most Honduran families prefer to cook over an open fire. And of course we devoured a delicious meal of roast turkey and leg of pork on Christmas Eve. The next day after Sunday Mass, lo and behold there were gifts for everyone under the tree when the children returned home.